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To a Primrose.
Simple rustic Flow'r, in theeEmblem of our BEN we see;
Had'st thou not before been known
By his tomb thou must have grown,
And some new Ovid sung of this
Lovely metamorphosis;
Fragrant wilding, artless blossom,
Fit for every Tory bosom!
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