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.
Hilliard, Gray, & Co., Boston