—ETHEL M. KELLEY.
Violets steeped in dreamy odors,
Humble as the Mother mild,
Blue as were her eyes when watching
O’er her sleeping child.
—ADELAIDE PROCTOR.
O Mother Nature, kind to every child
Blessed with the gift of speech, the gift of grace,
Teach thou the modest violet, shy and wild,
To look with trustfulness into my face.