The hyacinth for constancy wi' its unchanging 



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. Unknown. 



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 ^^^^^^ 



The blue Flag: a little too showy and gaudy, 

 like some women's bonnets. ^^„^^ ^^^.^ ^^^^^^^^ 



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. 



