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THE BOUQUET, 117 

VIOLET, 
VioLA. 
Modesty. 
A GENTLE creature was that girl, 
Meek, humble, and subdued ; 
Like some lone flower, that has grown up 
In woodland solitude. 
Its soil has had but little care, 
Iis growth but little praise ; 
And down it droops the timid head 
It has not strength to raise. 
For other brighter blooms are round, 
And they attract the eye; 
They seem the sunny favorites 
Of summer, earth, and sky. 
The human and the woodland flower 
Hath yet a dearer part — 
The perfume of the hidden depths, 
The sweetness at the heart. 
L. E. Lanpvon. 
Anp thou, who didst appear so fair, 
To young imagination, 
Didst rival, in the sight of day, 
Her delicate creation. 
WORDSWORTH. 







