The Primrose. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.)

1 'Tis the first primrose! see how meek, Yet beautiful, it looks; As just a lesson it may teach As that we read in books. 2 While gardens show in flowering pride The lily's stately ranks, It loves its modest head to hide Beneath the bramble banks. 3 And so the little cottage maid May bloom unseen and die; But she, when transient flowerets fade, Shall live with Christ on high.