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THE POErRY OF FLOWERS, 
THE VIOLET. 
BY MISS L. E. LANDON. 
Wuy better than the lady rose 
Love I this little flower ? 
Because its fragrant leaves are those 
T loved in childhood’s hour. 
Though many a flower may win my praige, 
The violet has my love; 
I did not pass my childish days 
In garden or in grove. 
My garden was the window-seat, 
Upon whose edge was set 
A little vase—the fair, the sweet— 
It was the violet. 
It was my pleasure and my pride ;— 
How I did watch its growth . 
For health and bloom what plans I tried 
And often injured both! 
I placed it in the summer shower, 
I placed it in the sun; 
And ever at the evening hour, 
My work seem’d half undone. 
