The hyacinth for constancy wi' its unchanging 



blue. , 



Robert Burns. 



Origin of Violets 



I know, blue modest violets, 



Gleaming with dew at morn 



I know the place you come from 

 And the way that you are born ! 



When God cut holes in Heaven, 

 The holes the stars look through, 



He let the scraps fall down to earth, 

 The little scraps are you. Uaknotvn . 



Flower-de-Luce, the flower of chivalry with a 

 sword for its leaf, and a Lily for its heart. 



John Ruskin. 



Harebells 



Blue bells, on blue hills, where the sky is blue, 

 Here's a little blue-gowned maid come to look at you ; 

 Here's a little child would fain, at the vesper time, 

 Catch the music of your hearts, hear the harebells 



chime 



" Little hare, little hare," softly prayeth she, 

 " Come, come across the hills, and ring the bells 

 for me." P ., -.* tr- z 



Emi/v M. P. HieKey. 



The blue Flag: a little too showy and gaudy, 



like some women's bonnets. n -j <rt 



Henry David Thoreau. 



Sweet lavender ! I love thy flower 



Of meek and modest blue, 

 Which meets the morn and evening hour, 

 The storm, the sunshine, and the shower, 



And changeth not its hue. 



Agnes Strickland. 



