Prim-roes, buds of perfume rare, Pink-tinted and creamy white and fair, So I 8ow them in tress of raven hair, Pink and white ühedding f ragrance there. Soft Spring flowers, buds of flame, Wrapt in beauty is their name, Of all the flowers give me the Bame Prim-roses white, and pink, in April' rain. April senda us many buds of beauty rare But none ao sweet as my prim-rose fair, Snow white prim-rose, her heart in dew, Pale pink prim-rose I love but you. My love she wears them in her hair A knot at her throat and on her bosom fair, Pink and white primroses sweet and rare Their shy mute faces everywhere. Milwaukee, Wis.