At the head of Floras dance; Simple Snow-drop, then in thee All thy sister-train I see; Every brilliant bud that blows, From the blue-bell to the rose; All the beauties that appear, On the bosom of the Year, All that wreathe the locks of Spring, Summers ardent breath perfume, Or on the lap of Autumn bloom, All to thee their tribute bring.James Montgomery, Snow-Drop.

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