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THE PRIMROSE
- THE primrose murmured to the wind,
- “Drink in my fair scent, and go
- And tell the child you left behind,
- Where I and hidden violets grow.
- “Tell him the squirrels leap the boughs,
- The woodpecker goes tap, tap, tap!
- While baby rabbits sit and browse
- Upon the green turf’s mossy lap.
- “Tell him that scarlet toadstools stain
- The silent pathways through the wood,
- The spider weaves a jewelled chain,
- The busy ant’s abroad for food.
- “Then bid him” said the primrose, “come
- To sing with us, and work and play,
- To hear the wild bee’s pleasant hum,
- And be contented all the day.”
