And the valleys sing delight.
—ANONYMOUS.
Violets, faint with love’s perfume,
Lie hid in tall green grasses.
—MARY E. BLAKE.
The woodbine I will pu’ when the e’ening star is near,
And the diamond drops o’ dew shall be her een sae clear,
The violets for modesty which weel she fa’s to wear.
—ROBERT BURNS.
The bright-eyed daisy, the violet sweet,