5 10 15 The purple-headed mountain, The cold wind in the winter, The tall trees in the greenwood, He gave us eyes to see them, VIOLETS 57 DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK ENGLAND, 1826-1887 Violets Violets, violets, sweet March violets, Sure as March comes, they'll come too, White, with just a pinky dye, Blue as little baby's eye, So like violets. Though the rough wind shakes the house, Knocks about the budding boughs, There are violets. Though the passing snow-storms come, Up spring violets. One by one among the grass, Saying "Pluck me!" as we pass, 5 By and by there'll be so many, Children, when you go to play, THANK YOU, PRETTY COW The little plant heard And it rose to see Outside world might be! 59 JANE TAYLOR Thank You, Pretty Cow Thank you, pretty cow, that made Every day and every night, Warm, and fresh, and sweet, and white. Do not chew the hemlock rank, Where the purple violet grows, GEORGE MACDONALD SCOTLAND, 1824 Little White Lily Little white Lily Little white Lily |