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1883. 
1880, 
POEMS 
That voice would set me free, 
With joy my pulses thrill, 
“Mamma, I need you still! 
Have you forgotten me?” 
BENEATH THE VIOLETS 
SaFE ‘neath the violets 
Rests the baby form ; 
Every leaf that springtime sets 
Shields it from the storm. 
Peace to all vain regrets 
Mid this sunshine warm ! 
Shadows come and shadows go 
O’er the meadows wide ; 
Twice each day, to and fro, 
Steals the river-tide ; 
Each morn with sunrise-glow 
Gilds the green hillside. 
Peace that no sorrow frets 
In our souls arise! 
Over all our wild regrets 
Arching, like the skies ; 
While safe ‘neath the violets 
Sleep the violet eyes. 
