Hannah Flagg Gould



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!


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