But I’d know more than that of thee.”
So one by one each gave her secret up
With a confidence I felt was true.
The flowers breathed violet; the child spoke the same;
And the bird thereat sang violet too.
THE SMILES OF TRUTH
Oh, give to me the simple heart
Where there is meaning in its smile,—
The heart that proves ’twould do me good
Without a thought of fraud or guile.