VIOLET FAMILY 147 



The violet in her greenwood bower, 



Where Birchen boughs with Hazel mingle, 



May boast itself the fairest flower 

 In glen, or copse, or forest dingle. 



Sir Walter Scott. 



After the slumber of the year, 

 The woodland violets reappear ; 

 All things revive in field and grove, 

 And sea and sky; but two which move 

 And form all others, life and love. 



Shelley. 



" A Violet by a mossy stone, 

 Half hidden from the eye." 



