The Violet Book

THE VIOLET BOOK
THE VIOLET BOOK But who hath breathed the scent of violets, And not that moment been a lover glad? —ARLO BATES.
Go, modest little violets, and lie upon her breast; Your eyes will tell her something—perhaps she’ll guess the rest!
Arranged by WILLIS BOYD ALLEN
“Such a starved bank of moss,
Till, that May morn,
Blue ran the flash across:
Violets were born.”
Browning
PHILADELPHIA GEORGE W. JACOBS & CO. PUBLISHERS
Copyright, 1909, by GEORGE W. JACOBS & COMPANY Published September, 1909
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