—SAMUEL LONGFELLOW.
Under the green hedges, after the snow,
There do the dear little violets grow,
Hiding their modest and beautiful heads
Under the hawthorne in soft, mossy beds.
—JOHN MOULTRIE.
A duller sense than mine should feel
The stir in nature’s warming soul;
It makes the shouting bluebirds reel,
And bursts the violet’s twisted scroll.