THE VIOLETS. 
Every day, little Mary visited the Snow-drops 
and Crocuses, whose beauty spoke to her heart, 
even when she heard no sound of their sweet voices. 
The glow of life soon melted the snow from 
around the Crocuses ; and Mary longed for the time 
when it should all disappear,, that she might run 
down to the brook where the wild flowers grew. 
One morning, she was waked early by the sound 
of rushing waters. She ran to the window, which 
her mother had already opened to let in the warm 
sweet air of the spring morning. 
