130 FLORA AND THALIA. 



LE VIOLE. 



Belle, fresche, e pui-pure Viole, 

 Che quella candidissima man colse, 

 Quel pioggia, o qual pure aer produr volse, 



Tanto piu vaghi fior che far non suole 1 



Qual rugiada qual terra, over qual sole 

 Tante vaghe bellezze in vol raccolse-? 

 Onde il soave odor Natura tolse, 



O il del che ha tanto ben degnar ne vuole ? 



LOREXZO DE MEDICI. 



THE VIOLET AND THE PANSY. 



Far from his hive, one summer's day, 

 A young and yet unpractised bee. 



Borne on his tender wings away, 

 Went forth the flowery world to see. 



The mom, the noon, in play he passed ; 



But when the shades of evening came, 

 No parent brought the due repast. 



And faintness seized his little frame. 



