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The Violet. — ‘ Modesty 
11 faut me cherchcr. 
As that fair little guest, 
Which in woman’s pure breast^ 
Lies hid amid blushes and tears, 
Doth the Violet grow, 
Other flowers below — 
Sweet emblem of Modesty’s fears! 
For Modesty telleth, 
To none where it dwelleth, 
But waits to be sought for ere found; 
Thus blossom unseen, 
’Neath their mantle of green, 
Blue Violets close to the ground! 
