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THE PRIMROSE: SWEET, modest flower, so gentle In its mien, & I ever love to gaze upon its form, 3'ull nft in childhood I’ve the urimrosa seen Hiding its fragrant Head from Borean storm, lii oiicUcrcu Copse, by siiiaoi verdant ill'll, Or where the crystal river whiraples still Through scenes as lovely as the banks of Rhino: w hat time the blackbird whistled till the green Old gnarled woods re echoed back the strain. And. I have felt a glory truly mine When I in primrosed walks have loitering been; lor earth seemed free from every spot or stain Of Sin and Care, which makes this world a Hell, And demons roam where angels lain would dwell G. SI, Twedbkll, F.E.S., JI.A.
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Hawke's Bay Times, Volume XII, Issue 497, 5 August 1867, Page 1
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123Select Poetry. Hawke's Bay Times, Volume XII, Issue 497, 5 August 1867, Page 1
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