The Little Villager's Verse Book — Primrose

'Tis the first primrose! see how meek,
Yet beautiful it looks,
As just a lesson it may speak,
As that which is in books.

While gardens show in flow'ring pride,
The lily's stately ranks,
It loves its modest head to hide,
Beneath the bramble banks.

And so the little cottage maid,
May bloom unseen and die,
But she, when transient flow'rets fade,
Shall live with Christ on high.