The Free Lance.
TO A VIOLFT.
weet flower, I love, in my early wall
To greet thee on the way;
'o see thy bright blue face stand out,
Meet 1 Vie new born day;
'o see the glistening dewdrop shine
Upon thy lovely lip
lS though ’twere placed within thy c
Where cherubs come to sip.
'hy slender stalk bends gently, blowi
By a gentler breeze,
yhen far above the high wind sighs
Within the moaning trees,
low gladly dost thou raise thy head
To meet the sun’s warm glow!
low quiet, how gently, how slowly, s
Flower, dost thod grow!
>h flower, sweet flower, how lovely tl
Seemeth to me
it all who live near to the earth, an