Classic Poem

Come ,—let us go to the land
Where the violets grow!
Let's go thither, hand in hand,
Over the waters, over the snow,
To the land where the sweet sweet violets blow!

There,—in the beautiful South,
Where the sweet flowers lie,
Thou shalt sing, with thy sweeter mouth,
Under the light of the evening sky,
That Love never fades, though violets die!