The Child And The Flower-Elf.

"I was walking, dearest mother,         This morning, by the brook,     And tired at last I rested me         Within a shady nook.     "There all was still and lonely,         And suddenly I heard     A little voice,--a sweeter one         Than note of any bird.     "I looked above, around me,         I saw not whence it came;     And yet that tone of music         Was calling me by name.     "The violet beside me         Bloomed with its purple cup,     And a tiny face, so lovely,         Amidst its leaves peeped up.     "Again the silver music,--         The voice I loved to hear,--     Upon its sweet breath floated,         And bade me not to fear.     "'I am the elf,' it whispered,         'Who in the violet dwells,     And every blossom hides one         Within its fragrant cells.     "'If you will list our teaching,         And catch our faintest tone,     Your heart will be as spotless,         As loving as our own.'     "And then, as I was gazing,         It vanished from my sight;     Once more the violet nodded,      And sought the sunshine bright."     "My darling child, the elfins         That live within the flowers     Sweet sounds are ever breathing,         To glad this world of ours.     "Well may we weep and sorrow,         If they are silent all;     Then are our souls too sinful         To heed their spirit call.     "The pure in heart alone can hear         Those precious words and low;     And by their lessons purer yet         Throughout their lives shall grow."