THE LOVELY CHILD
James Whitcomb Riley
Lilies are both pure and fair,
Growing ’midst the roses there—
Roses, too, both red and pink,
Are quite beautiful, I think.
But of all bright blossoms—best—
Purest—fairest—loveliest,—
Could there be a sweeter thing
Than a primrose, blossoming?
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