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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 seemed half undone.
The broad leaves spread, the small buds grew,
How slow they seemed to be!
At last there came a tinge of blue,—
'Twas worth the world to me!
At length the perfume filled the room,
Shed from their purple wreath;
