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VERE NOVO
Sweet primrose-time! When thou art here
I go by grassy ledges
Of long lane-side, and pasture-mead,
And moss-entangled hedges:
I go by grassy ledges
Of long lane-side, and pasture-mead,
And moss-entangled hedges:
And all around her army gay
The primrose weather musters,
In single knots, and scatter'd files,
And constellated clusters.
The primrose weather musters,
In single knots, and scatter'd files,
And constellated clusters.
And golden-headed children go
Among the golden blossoms,
And harvest a whole meadow's wealth,
Heap'd in their dainty bosoms.
Among the golden blossoms,
And harvest a whole meadow's wealth,
Heap'd in their dainty bosoms.
Ah! Play your play, sweet little ones,
While life is gladness only:
Nor ask an equal mirth from hearts
Which, e'en with you, are lonely.
While life is gladness only:
Nor ask an equal mirth from hearts
Which, e'en with you, are lonely.
God to His flowers His flowers gives,
Pure happiness uncloying;
Whilst they, whose primrose-time is past,
Enjoy in your enjoying.
Pure happiness uncloying;
Whilst they, whose primrose-time is past,
Enjoy in your enjoying.
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