—EMILY S. OAKEY.

Like a violet, like a lark,

Like the dawn that kills the dark,

Like a dew-drop, trembling, clinging,

Is the poet’s first sweet singing.

—RICHARD WATSON GILDER.

Earth folds dark blankets round the violet blue.

—AUSTIN DOBSON.

Her mild eyes were innocent of ill

As violets in sheltered nooks enshrined.