OUR VILLAGE IMPROVEMENT 

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Yellow japanned buttercups and 

 star-disked dandelions, just as we 

 see them lying in the grass, like 

 sparks that have leaped from the 

 kindling sun of Summer. 



O. W. HOLMES: The Professor at the 

 Breakfast Table. 



Violet! sweet violet! 

 Thine eyes are full of tears; 



Are they wet 



Even yet 



With the thought of other years ? 

 LOWELL: Song. 



