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Her little hands with graceful skill 
A simple garland oft entwine, 
While she laughs out in joyous glee, 
To see them in her bright locks shine. 
At morn, when dew-drops deck the grass, 
At sunset’s bright and gorgeous hours, 
Still ’mid the violets is she seen : 
And so we name them “ Anna’s flowers.” 
Oh may this be an omen true, 
That violet-like her life may prove, 
The sweetness of a gentle heart, 
Her unexacting claim to love. 
HELIOTROPE.— Heliotbofium. 
Devotion. 
Mine eyes are pained with watching, for the brow 
Of Heaven has lost its crown of starry light, 
And soon upon my dim and dazzled sight 
The gladdening morn will come with all its glow 
Of new-born, loveliness ; then let me bow 
