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And polyanthus rich of hue,
With modest violet's eye of blue;
These, these are all that I can find,
For thee a fairy wreath to bind.
With modest violet's eye of blue;
These, these are all that I can find,
For thee a fairy wreath to bind.
These flowers, dear child, so fair, so sweet,
Of thy dear self are emblems meet;
They tell us of the coming spring,
Of summer's bloom and blossoming.
Of thy dear self are emblems meet;
They tell us of the coming spring,
Of summer's bloom and blossoming.
And thy young life foretells for me,
Full many a happy day with thee;
Thou may'st from each a lesson learn,
And do not thou that lesson spurn.
Full many a happy day with thee;
Thou may'st from each a lesson learn,
And do not thou that lesson spurn.
The primrose, Flora's first-born child,
Like hope with aspect fair and mild;
Like hope with aspect fair and mild;
