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THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 147 
THE VIOLET* 
3Y G. J. CLARKE. 
Wuen 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, in gardens only found, 
Are raised with pains and care: 
Gop scatters violets all around, 
They blossom every where ; 
Thus may my love to all abound, 
And all my fragrance share. - 
Some scentless flowers stand straight and high. 
With pride and-haughtiness: 
But violets perfume land and sky, 
Although they promise less. 
Jet me, with all humility, 
Do more than I profess. 
* Written for a little girl to speak on May-day, in 
18 Sharacter of the Violet. 



