To morrow!

[eric]

Well very soon I think we will enjoy that delightful flower,one of my favourites. a wild flower. but so beautiful

It heralds springtime, so cheer up-
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[tigger]

They shine upon my table there,
A constellation mimic sweet,
No stars in Heaven could shine more fair,
Nor Earth has beauty more complete;
And on my table there they shine,
And speak to me of things Divine.

In Heaven at first they grew, and when
God could no fairer make them, He
Did plant them by the ways of men
For all the pure in heart to see,
That each might shine upon its stem
And be a light from Him to them.

They speak of things above my verse,
Of thoughts no earthly language knows,
That loftiest Bard could ne'er rehearse,
Nor holiest prophet e'er disclose,
Which God Himself no other way
Than by a Primrose could convey.

Martha M. Simpson

[eric]

That poem Tigger was absolutly lovely: one of my favourite wild flowers: so simple, so small, yet such beauty.

I remember as kids we would out and pick them, some we gave to friends, but to be honest. most we sold at the door: 2d a bunch, and at times we picked some violets. but they were even more dainty to pick and sell. so we didn't bother too much.

But I just loved that poem.

[tigger]

I can remember years ago, my sister and i decided it would be good to pick and sell them. But that only lasted a day! just couldn't find enough! anyway i think they look much better on the Hedgerows.
Have found another Poem by Robert Burns, Enjoy.

Do you ask me, why I send you here
The firstling of the infant year:
This lovely native of the vale,
That hangs so pensive and so pale?

Look on its bending stalk, so weak.
That, each way yielding, does not break,
And see how aptly it reveals
The doubts and fears a lover feels.

Look on its leaves of yellow hue
Bepearled thus with morning dew,
And these will whisper in your ears: -
' The sweets of loves are washed with tears.'