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A small pale yellow flower In a British country lane, Every year it blooms to show That spring is here again. With petals pale and delicate, Most people know it well, I wonder if they also know The story it could tell. It was the favorite flower Of a man who came to fame, As Prime Minister of Britain. Disraeli was his name. He made his Queen an Empress, When into her hand, He placed 'the jewel in the crown' India, at her command. Of all the richest blossoms Queen Victoria could send, To say a last farewell To her Prime Minister and friend, She chose his favorite flower To express her grief, The humble primrose was her choice For Disraeli's funeral wreath. When you next see a primrose, Think of times that have been, Spare a thought for a great man And the sadness of a Queen. |
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