Part 9 (2/2)

--SIR WALTER SCOTT.

The lone violet which for love's own sake Its life exhales in pure unconscious good, Some sunless glen a glowing shrine to make, With urn of incense in the solitude.

--FRANCES L. MACE.

The wild rose sends a honeyed breath To woo the bee from neighboring wold; The violet holds its dainty cup To catch the morning's earliest gold.

--W. M. L. JAY.

Her pa.s.sions the shy violet From Hafiz never hides.

Love-longings of the raptured bird The bird to him confides.

--RALPH WALDO EMERSON.

They knew me not,--blue flower, blue eyes; She, careless, pa.s.sed me when we met; The tender glance which I would prize Above all things, the violet Received, and I went on my way, Companioned with the cheerless day.

--HARRISON ROBERTSON.

Like some immortal heathen thing, All fresh with bloom, with odor sweet, With brook and bird and breeze in tune, The beautiful bright earth of June Moves to the fullness of her noon, While serving sunbeams round her fling The purple violets as they fleet.

--HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD.

Run, little rivulet, run!

Sing of the flowers, every one,-- Of the delicate harebell and violet blue; Of the red mountain rosebud, all dripping with dew.

--LUCY LARCOM.

Safe from the storm and the heat, Breathing of beauty and good, Fragrantly, under thy hood, Violet!

--COSMO MONKHOUSE.

O violets, blue-eyed violets!

Scented with sweetest breath, You seem, as I stoop to pluck you, To whisper, ”There is no death.”

--CAROLINE A. SOULE.

CHAPTER SEVEN

A shadowy nook, where half afraid Of their own loveliness, some violets lie.

--OSCAR WILDE.

CHAPTER SEVEN

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