The Violet
BY H ARRIET F ALCONAR .
Sweet little flower, whose opening leaves
Unnumber'd sweets disclose;
Whose fragrance floats upon the gale,
That o'er thy bosom blows:
Oh! may no chilling wintry winds
Thy tender beauties seize;
But Flora still preserve her flow'r,
To scent the vernal breeze.
Sweet little flower, whose opening leaves
Unnumber'd sweets disclose;
Whose fragrance floats upon the gale,
That o'er thy bosom blows:
Oh! may no chilling wintry winds
Thy tender beauties seize;
But Flora still preserve her flow'r,
To scent the vernal breeze.
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