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love’s t oke n - fl o wees. 
VIOLET.' —Viola Tricolor. 
Modesty. 
Dearly I love these simple flowers, 
Half hidden in their low green nest, 
^ et decked in more than regal pride, 
With purple robe and golden vest. 
Dearly I love them, for to me 
With cherished memories they are fraught, 
And, borne upon their perfumed breath, 
Comes many a sweet and pleasant thought 
Within our garden’s quiet bounds 
These flowers in wild profusion grow, 
And wander o’er the borders trim, 
As if their privilege they know. 
And there is one-a dark-eyed child, 
Whose heart to all things sweet is wed • 
She loves to watch the purple gems, 
• Glistening within their lowly bed. 
