In Cornwall and Across the Sea With Poems Written in Devonshire. By Douglas B. W. Sladen |
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PRIMROSE DAY. |
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PRIMROSE DAY.
'Twas only the pale little Primrose,
The pride of a glade in the wood;
Men gathered the blossom in April
In the sweet of its primrosehood;
'Twas pale and its fragrance was faint,
But 'twas free as the snowfall from taint.
The pride of a glade in the wood;
Men gathered the blossom in April
In the sweet of its primrosehood;
'Twas pale and its fragrance was faint,
But 'twas free as the snowfall from taint.
'Twas only the pale little Primrose,
Not the pride of the hothouse, they chose,
When under the blossoms of April
The patriot passed to repose;
'Twas humble, but all loved it well,
And took it their feelings to tell.
Not the pride of the hothouse, they chose,
When under the blossoms of April
The patriot passed to repose;
'Twas humble, but all loved it well,
And took it their feelings to tell.
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And England now treasures the Primrose,
As she treasures not even her Rose;
'Tis the emblem of National Honour,
Of Peace, without cringing to foes;
Thus even the wild flowers of spring
Their praise to the patriot bring.
As she treasures not even her Rose;
'Tis the emblem of National Honour,
Of Peace, without cringing to foes;
Thus even the wild flowers of spring
Their praise to the patriot bring.
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