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AN INCIDENT.
She gave me violets.—
All know these flowers,
The simple, lovely things,
Decking bright nature's bowers
With blossomings!
With hidden head
They throw their treasures round,
Where careless footsteps tread
The scented ground.
All know these flowers,
The simple, lovely things,
Decking bright nature's bowers
With blossomings!
With hidden head
They throw their treasures round,
Where careless footsteps tread
The scented ground.
She gave me violets.—
Not in the time
Of laughing summer's sway,
Nor in spring's floral prime,
The flowerets' holiday;—
In winter wild,
When the bleak winds were chill,
She gave them,—and they smiled,—
Were odorous still.
Not in the time
Of laughing summer's sway,
Nor in spring's floral prime,
The flowerets' holiday;—
In winter wild,
When the bleak winds were chill,
She gave them,—and they smiled,—
Were odorous still.
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Sweet, sober violets!
Not in the hall
Where beauty smiles and glows,
And fairy footsteps fall,
And music flows,—
In the retreat
Of Sabbath were ye given,
The Church's fane, where meet
Warm prayer and heaven.
Not in the hall
Where beauty smiles and glows,
And fairy footsteps fall,
And music flows,—
In the retreat
Of Sabbath were ye given,
The Church's fane, where meet
Warm prayer and heaven.
She gave me violets,
Whose odor spread
Like incense-prayer, heaven-tending,
While each slight, delicate head,
Was humbly bending.
The blessed child—
A violet was she,
Growing on this world's wild
So modestly.
Whose odor spread
Like incense-prayer, heaven-tending,
While each slight, delicate head,
Was humbly bending.
The blessed child—
A violet was she,
Growing on this world's wild
So modestly.
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