Poem by Henry Kirke White

To an Early Primrose

Mild offspring of a dark and sullen sire!
Whose modest form, so delicately fine,
Was nursed in whirling storms
And cradled in the winds;

Thee, when young Spring first questioned Winter's sway,
And dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight,
Thee on this bank he threw
To mark his victory.

In this low vale, the promise of the year,
Serene, thou openest to the nipping gale,
Unnoticed and alone,
Thy tender elegance.

So Virtue blooms, brought forth amid the storms
Of chill adversity; in some lone walk
Of life she rears her head,
Obscure and unobserved;

While every bleaching breeze that on her blows
Chastens her spotless purity of breast,
And hardens her to bear
Serene the ills of life.

1. On Being Confined to School One Pleasant Morning in Spring
2. A Hymn for Family Worship
3. Lines Written on a Survey of the Heavens in the Morning before Daybreak
4. My Study
5. Lines Supposed to Be Spoken by a Lover at the Grave of His Mistress

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