The First Violet.
Spring has come, dear mother! I've a violet found, Growing in its beauty From the cold, dark ground. You are sad, dear mother, Tears are in your eye; You're not glad to see it; Mother, tell me why? I remember.--Last year, Where our Willie lies, Grew the earliest violet, Blue as were his eyes. Then you told me, mother, That the flowers would fade, And their withered blossoms On the earth be laid. But you said, as springtime Would their buds restore, Willie would in heaven Be forevermore. Weep no more, dear mother! Violets are in bloom; And your darling Willie Lives beyond the tomb.
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