Hannah Flagg Gould

1789-1865

 

The Violets

by Hannah Flagg Gould

Mary, thy violets are bright
As when, a year ago, I traced
Thy name upon the leaf of white,
And in its fold thy gift was placed.

Whene'er these cherished flowers I view,
In form so fair, with living green
And purple, still so rich and true;
It seems as Mary's self were seen.

I mark again the smile that played
Upon thy lip, when they were thine;
And hear thy gentle words, that made
The little fragrant beauties mine.

How sweet it is to have a flower
Impressed with thoughts of one that's dear;
To make the past a present hour,
And hold the absent ever near!

A simple leaf may brush a tear,
Or chase a cloud of care away --
May touch, with pleasant sounds, the ear,
Illumine night, and brighten day.

'T will work a charm about the heart,
And fill with balm its deep regrets.
And such has been the tender part
Performed by thy sweet Violets!

Source:

Poems By Miss H. F. Gould. Volume 2.
Copyright 1836
Hilliard, Gray, & Co., Boston
 
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