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    328 A FACTORY VIOLET.

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    Those Familiar With The Literature Of Th...

    " The rose-tints fade , the golden turn to gloom , Heaven ' s lucent azure saddens Into grey ,

    Stars lack their sparkle , summer flowers their bloom ; How lustreless the niglit ! how dim the day !

    " Sweet Nature , love of thee I ever deem A precious boon by the good Father sent ,

    To be to my lone path a cheering beam , A fount of pure delights for aye unspent .

    " Still be my friend , still let me hold with thee Blest interchange of thought , communings sweet ;

    Still let me in thy varied beauties see Types of a world with fairer scenes replete . "

    There Is another" LONGING FOR SPRING . "

    " Oli , for the beautiful Spring ! Oh , for its genial showers ! "

    Oh , for the honey-bee ' s music ! Oh , for the balmy wild flowers !

    I long for a stroll in the woodlands , _. 'Neath the trees in their green robes arrayed ,

    I long for a swing on their branches ; I long to recline ' neath their shade .

    "Oh , for its fresh breezy morning ! Ohfor its briht noon !

    , gsunny Oh , ' for its rosy-hued sunset ! Oh , for its soft silver moon !

    I want to be down in the valley , To roam by the musical stream ;

    How oft I ' ve listen'd its babble , Whilst the hours pass'd away like a dream .

    " Oh , for the incense-fraught zephyr ! Oh , for the cloud ] ess blue skies !

    Oh . for the young bird ' s sweet warbling , And the wild deer's beautiful eyes !

    I want to be carelessly straying Through meadows , and woodlands , and bowers ;

    I want to be hearing sweet music , I want to make garlands of flowers .

    " Oh , for the pale dewy primrose ! Oh , for the lilac's sweet dyes * !

    For the cowslip that bends its head meeicly

    To look in the violet * s blue , eyes I

    328 A Factory Violet.

    328 A FACTORY VIOLET .

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  • English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), July 1, 1864, page 328, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01071864/page/40/