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Before the pilgrim minstrel violets place
The purple censers of their fervent youth.
—MARY ASHLEY TOWNSEND.
Now in snowdrops pure and pale
Breaks the sere grass; the violet rends her veil.
—HENRY G. HEWLETT.
The violet’s charms I prize, indeed,
So modest ’tis, and fair.
—JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE.