Here are “jewels of earth” from the wild-wooded glade- 
Oh ! who doth not love them, dear gems of the shade ! 
They are fair as the pearl, as the amethyst bright ; 
How rich is their darkness ! how pure is their light ! 
The breeze swept this morn by their shaded retreat, 
And loaded his wings with their délicate sweetj 
He told, as he passed me, with ecstacy swelling, 
Of the spoil he had found in the Violets’ dwelling. 
I sought where the hazel’s light banners were streaming, 
And the bark of the birch-tree with silver was gleaming; 
Where the oak his broad branches so widely was spreading, 
Whose mazes the dark coloured Ivy was threading; 
And there, ’neath their shadow the flowers were sleeping 
On a bank where the green moss was silently creeping; 
And I found that the wild bee before me was corne 
For beauty and sweets to the Violet’s home. 
