MY WHITE VIOLET. 



LITTLE white violet you are my love, 

 Nestling so modestly down in the moss. 

 Shyly you hide from the bold sun above, 

 Humble the home that the oak shadows cross, 

 Yet 't is the one of your choice, dainty love. 



Pretty white violet you are my own, 



Here on the leaves I will lie by your side. 



Happy am I at not being alone, 



Never a feeling or mood need I hide 



When I am with you, my pure one, my own. 



Honest white violet you'll not deceive, 

 Nor do I ask you to give love for mine. 



Comfort enough 't is for me to believe, 

 Pleasure to feel that you cannot design, 



Then when I love you, you will not deceive. 



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