3Y¥ G. J. CLARKE. 
When April’s warmth unlocks the clod, 
Soften’d by gentle showers, 
The violet pierces through the sod, 
And blossoms, first of flowers ; 
So may I give my heart to Gop 
In childhood’s early hours. 
Some plants, i in gardens only found, 
Are rai: ane with pains and care: 
Gop scatters violets all around, 
They slen mn every where; 
Thus may my love to alZ abound, 
And all my fragrance share. 
Some scentless flowers stand straight and high 
With pride and haughtiness 
But violets perfume land and s Hee 
Although they promise less. 
Let me, ee ee humility 
Do more than I profess. 

* Written for a little girl to speak on May-day, im 
we sharacter cf the Violet. 




