March. 31 
VIOLETS.—A SONNET. 
Beautiful are you in your lowliness ; 
Bright in your hues, delicious in your scent, 
Lovely your modest blossoms, downward bent, 
As shrinking from our gaze, yet prompt to bless 
The passer-by with fragrance, and express 
How gracefully, though mutely eloquent, 
Are unobtrusive worth and meek content, 
Rejoicing in their own obscure recess. 
Delightful flowerets ! at the voice of Spring 
Your buds unfolded to its sunbeams bright ; 
And, though your blossoms soon shall fade from sight, 
Above your lonely birth-place birds shall sing, 
And from your clustering leaves the glow-worm fling 
The emerald glory of its earth-born light. 
Barton. 
THE VIOLET. 
Sweet lowly plant, once more I bend 
To hail thy presence here, 
Like a belov’d returning friend, 
From absence doubly dear. 
