19 APRIL 1884, Page 15

POETRY.

TO A PRIMROSE. Lrrns rustic flower, in thee Emblem true of BEN we see, Artless, modest, (such was he) Full of sweet simplicity, Softly, innocently wild, Nature's unassuming child. llacl'et thou not before been known, By his tomb thou must have grown, And some new Ovid sung of this Lovely metamorphosis,— Fragrant, humble, tender blossom, Fit for every Tory bosom !