—SIR HENRY WOTTON.
Rock-gnawing lichens that forerun the feet
Of violets.
—JOHN T. TROWBRIDGE.
True Brahmin, in the meadows wet,
Expound the Vedas of the violet!
—RALPH WALDO EMERSON.
Soon again shall music swell the breeze;
Soon, issuing forth, shall glitter through the trees
Vestures of nuptial white; and hymns be sung