Caroline Eustis. 
\T OU ask what flowers I love the best, 
When Spring calls forth her pretty train 
And, each in cheerful garments dressed, 
She sends them forth o’er hill and plain. 
Give me blue flowers 
To grace my bowers, 
The perfect color—heaven’s own blue; 
Sweet violet, 
In emerald set, 
And glistening with the fragrant dew; 
Or by the brook, 
With downcast look, 
The modest harebell’s fairy form 
I love to see, 
Where, lovely, she 
Doth bend her head to meet the storm. 
