| POEIRY OF FLOWERS. O17 
| THE VIOLET, 
OW no | 
Way, better than the lady rose, 
an | Love I this little flower ? 
a) Because its fragrant leaves are those 
1 loved in chidhood’s hour. 
then | 
Tho’ many a flower may win my praise, 
pe a The violet has my love; 
I did not pass my childish days 
elie, | In garden or in grove. 
orld | 
My garden was the window seat, 
a | Upon whose edge was set 
ea, | A little vase,—the fair, the sweet,— 
hope re | In’t was a Violet. 
, It was my pleasure and my pride; 
hy How did I watch its growth ! 
‘spuarey, | For health and bloom what plans TI tried, 
f youth | And often injured both. 
I placed it in the summer shower 3 
I placed it in the sun ; 
And ever at the evening hour, 
My work seemed half undone, 

