Part 19 (2/2)

So long as there's a sun that sets, Primroses will have their glory; Long as there are violets They will have a place in story.

--WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.

Go, azure myrtle blossom, Go, violets and jasmine fair, And star the darkness of her hair, Or faint against her bosom.

--GRACE GREENWOOD.

Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet.

--JOHN MILTON.

G.o.d does not send us strange flowers every year.

When the spring winds blow o'er the pleasant places, The same dear things lift up the same fair faces-- The violet is here.

It all comes back: the odor, grace and hue; Each sweet relation of its life repeated: No blank is left, no looking-for is cheated; It is the thing we knew.

So after the death-winter it must be.

G.o.d will not put strange signs in the heavenly places: The old love will look out from the old faces.

Veilchen! I shall have thee!

--ADELINE D. T. WHITNEY.

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