My Pansy Pets
My pansy pets are sleeping well Beneath their quilt of snow; How they can breathe I cannot tell, Nor how their rootlets grow; But soon the snow will melt away And April showers descend; Then shall appear in colors gay Each little pansy friend. Of pride it may not show a trace; Of lowly mind, alway; But will not blush to show its face All through the lifelong day: Its fragrance other flowers surpass, In form more stately, too. But when you see my pets in mass, Thank God they ever grew. For though the human face may frown, Or show a heart of guile, My pansy pets as you look down Will look at you and smile; Nor will they murmur if you should Pluck off their brightest bloom; Their mission is to do us good, And smile away our gloom.
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