In early childhood taught.

And many hopes have taken wings
On which my heart was set,--
And I have found that _many things
As well as birds forget!_




GATHER VIOLETS.


Gather violets white and blue,
Where the southern zephyrs play;
Bring them sparkling with the dew,--
With the blessed dew of May.

Let me fold them to my breast,
Emblems sweet of earthly bliss;
Ha! they love to be caressed,
For they give me kiss for kiss.

How my weary heart doth yearn,
Touched as by a hand Divine,
While their soft blue eyes they turn
Full of sympathy to mine!

Do they know how much I sigh
For the meadows where they grew?