| C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | | | Sarah Helen Whitman |
| | | | A love-tint flushes the wind-flower’s cheek, |
| Rich melodies gush from the violet’s beak, |
| On the rifts of the rock, the wild columbines grow, |
| Their heavy honey-cups bending low. |
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| | Banks that slope to the southern sky |
| Where languid violets love to lie. |
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| | Here oft we sought the violet, as it lay |
| Buried in beds of moss and lichens gray. |
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| When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and like a dream of beauty glides away. | 4 | | |
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