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ADDRESSTO AN EARLY SNOW-DROP.
Hail to thee, modest child of early spring,
Who ventur'st forth regardless of the storm
That beats around thy tender fragile form,
What tidings dost thou, little wand'rer, bring?
Who ventur'st forth regardless of the storm
That beats around thy tender fragile form,
What tidings dost thou, little wand'rer, bring?
Art thou thy blooming parent's herald come?
If so, I'll pluck thee from thy feeble stem,
And safe I'll bear thee to some warmer clime,
Where soon thou shalt in greater splendour bloom.
If so, I'll pluck thee from thy feeble stem,
And safe I'll bear thee to some warmer clime,
Where soon thou shalt in greater splendour bloom.
