ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 
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PANSY. 
O F all the bonny buds that blow The whole twelve moons together. 
In bright or cloudy weather. The little purple pansy brings 
Of all the flowers that come and go Thoughts of the sweetest, saddest things. 
Mary E. Bradley. 
Violets! deep-blue violets! 
April’s loveliest coronets ! 
There are no flowers grow in the vale 
Kiss’d by the dew, woo’d b)r the gale,— 
None by the dew of the twilight wet, 
So sweet as the deep-blue violet. 
L. E. Landon. 
Every flower is sweet to me,— Heart’s-ease and mignonette, 
The rose and violet, And hyacinths and daffodillies ; 
The pink, the daisy, and sweet pea, But sweetest are the spotless lilies. 
Caroline May. 
Often I linger where the roses pour 
Exquisite odors from each glowing cup : 
Or where the violet, brimmed with sweet¬ 
ness o’er, 
Lifts its small chalice up. 
O solemn pines, now dark and still, 
When last I stood beneath your shade. 
Strange minstrels on their airy harps 
Among your trembling branches played, 
Julia C. R. Dorr. 
In Eastern lands they talk in flowers, 
And they tell in a garland their loves 
and cares ; 
Each blossom that blooms in their garden 
bowers, 
On its leaves a mystic language bears. 
Percival. 
The rose is fairest when ’tis budding new, 
And hope is brightest when it dawns 
from fears. 
The rose is sweetest wash’d with morning dew 
And love is loveliest when embalm’d in 
tears. 
Scott, 
Rose ! thou art the sweetest flower, 
That ever drank the amber shower. 
Rose ! thou art the fondest child 
Of dimpled Spring, the wood-nymph wild. 
Moore. 
Of vast circumference and gloom profound 
This solitary tree ! a living thing 
Produced too slowly ever to decay ; 
Of form and aspect too magnificent 
To be destroyed. Wordsworth, 
Leafless are the trees : their purple bran¬ 
ches 
Spread themselves abroad, like reefs of 
coral 
Rising silent 
In the Red Sea of the winter sunset.” 
Courageous windflower, loveliest of the 
frail — 
The hazel’s crimson star—the woodbine’s 
leaf — 
The daisy with its half-clos’d eye of grief — 
Prophets of fragrance, beauty, joy and song ! 
Ebenezer Elliott. 
