COWSLIPS.—A SONNET.
BY HENRY BRANDRETH, JUN.
Author of Minstrel Melodies, The Garland, &c.
COWSLIPS—sweet Cowslips! I scarce know a flower
More prized than is the cowslip. Childhood's hand
Plucks it as if by instinct. Every land
Has some peculiar flowret—this the bower,
The mountain that adorning. April's shower
The modest primrose sifts with beauty bland,
Or o'er the blue-bell waves her fairy wand,