My cell to comfort thee and still thy woe.”
Then, filled with hope, Spring said: “I now shall go
And greet each hill and vale and winding brook.”
Where’er she went, earth blessed her with its flowers:
Arbutus, columbines, anemones,
And sunny marigolds that deck the wet
Lowlands. But in the soothing moonlit hours,
When dreaming ’neath the blossom-laden trees,
She holds with loving hands the violet.
—JOHN LUTHER BRENIZER.