ALFRED TENNYSON.
THE VIOLET.
"The Violet," by Jane Taylor (1783-1824), is another of those dear
old-fashioned poems, pure poetry and pure violet. It is included in
this volume out of respect to my own love for it when I was a child.
Down in a green and shady bed
A modest violet grew;
Its stalk was bent, it hung its head,
As if to hide from view.
And yet it was a lovely flower,
No colours bright and fair;
It might have graced a rosy bower,
Instead of hiding there.
Yet there it was content to bloom,
In modest tints arrayed;
And there diffused its sweet perfume,
Within the silent shade.
Then let me to the valley go,
This pretty flower to see;
That I may also learn to grow
In sweet humility.
JANE TAYLOR.
THE RAINBOW.
(A FRAGMENT.)
"The Rainbow," by William Wordsworth (1770-1850), accords with every
child's feelings. It voices the spirit of all ages that would love to
imagine it "a bridge to heaven.
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