Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2012 with funding from University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill http://archive.org/details/pansyblossomsOOnewy UNIVERSITY OF N.C. AT CHAPEL HILL 00022228162 CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY NEW YORK O Lord! that seest, from yon starry height, Centered in one the future and the past, Fashioned in Thine own image, see how fast The world obscures in me what once was bright! The Image of Cod. In all places, then, and in all seasons, Flowers expand their light and soul- like wings, Teaching us by most persuasive reasons, How akin they are to human things. Flowers. =*- The beauteous pansies rise In purple, gold and blue, With tints of rainbow hue Mocking the sunset skies. T. J. Ouseley. Verily I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born, and range with humble livers in con- tent, than be perk'd up in glistening grief, and wear a golden sorrow. Hems VIII. As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see, So deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee. Moore. / Pray you, love, remember tj* And there is pansies, that's for thoughts. Shakespeare. Only a little token, Offered for Friendship's sake- Picture and song together Here, with my greeting, take. What though on brightest pictures Time's hand at last be lain ; What though earth's songs awaken Only to sleep again ? Voices once loved ring ever In faithful listening ears ; The sacred hand of Friendship Gleams through the mist of years. Ellis Walton. The heart has its own memory like the mind, And in it are enshrined The precious keepsakes, into which is wrought The giver's loving thought. Longfellow. 3*& ^r The pretty pansy then I'll tye, Like stones some chains enchasing; And next to them their near ally, The purple violet placing. Drayton. It is easy to say how we love new friends, and what we think of them, but words can never trace out all the fibres that knit us to the old. George Eliol. Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark, unfathomed caves of ocean bear; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen And waste its sweetness on the desert air. P"' Thomas Gray. *&> UL jflotoerau Wondrous truths, and manifold as wondrous, God hath written in those stars above; But not less in the bright flowerets under us Stands the revelation of His love. • 5*0 The bolt of Cupid fell: upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with Love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness. Shakespeare. Friendship is the holiest of gifts; God can bestow nothing more sacred upon , JIM^^ us! It enhances every joy, mitigates every pain, Everyone can have a friend Who himself knows how to be a friend. Tiedge. Heart's ease or pansy, pleasure or thought, Which would the pictures give us of these ? Surely the heart that conceived it sought Heart's ease. Swinburne. ''*») -** X. Faith is the star that gleams above, Hope is the flower that buds below. Twin tokens of celestial love That out from Nature's bosom grow, And still alike in sky, on sod That star and blossom ever point to God. 'James Kent. And then, the fallen leaves among The pansies' faces peer; The first almost when all was young About your feet they constant clung The livelong way, and softly flung Sweet memories through the year. H. M. Waiihman. Nature, so far as in her lies, Imitates God, and turns her face To every land beneath the skies, Counts nothing that she meets with base, But lives and loves in every place. On A Mourner. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Where- fore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. Morle d" Arthur. ZZZ -^ WA Sweet memory, wafted by thy gentle gale ' Oft up the stream of time I turn my sail, To view the fairy-haunts of long-lost hours, Blest with far greener shades, far fresher flowers. Rogers. With such a prayer, on this sweet day, As thou may' st hear and I may say, I greet thee, dearest, far away! Whiltier. A true friend is forever a friend. George MacDonald. Not as all other women are Is she that to my soul is dear; Her glorious fancies came from far Beneath the silvery evening star, And yet her heart is ever near. Lowell. %>i^'"1 ^ $raj> gou, 3&emem6et\ Tender fragrant Memory! When all else is dead and dry, Thou wilt in our bosoms lie. Love can lose its first fair bloom, Hope may find an early tomb, Joys and griefs be spent with years, Sorrow melt away in tears. Yet when these are past and flown We may call thee still our own, Sweet undying Memory! Ellis Walton. Pansies for ladies all — I wis That none who wear such brooches miss A jewel in the mirror. E. B. BroTvnino. X"Y The pleasantest things in the world are pleasant thoughts. •PC' Heartsease! one could look for half a day Upon this flower, and shape in fancy out Full twenty different tales of love and sorrow That gave this gentle name. Mary Howitt. The Beauty which old Greece or Rome Sung, painted, wrought, lies close at home; We need but eye and ear In all our daily walks to trace The outlines of incarnate grace, The hymns of gods to hear! Whittier. t 0f- r: -*«; The grace of Heaven, "^■^J Before, behind thee, and on every hand, Enwheel thee round. Shakespeare. SS-'fi Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from earth's prolific lap. Bayard Taylor. The Night is mother of the Day, The Winter of the Spring, And ever upon old Decay The greenest mosses cling. Behind the cloud the starlight lurks, Through showers the sunbeams fall; For God who loveth all His works, Has left His Hope with all. Dream of Summer. The flower pines not to be fair: It never asketh to be sweet and dear, But gives itself to sun and air, And so is fresh and full from year to year. Lowell. m **? m ^ Of all the bonny buds that blow In bright and cloudy weather, Of all the flowers that come and go The whole twelve moons together The little purple pansy brings Thoughts of the sweetest, saddest things. Mary E. Bradley. Long was the good man's sermon, Yet it seemed not so to me; For he spake of Ruth the beautiful, And still I thought of thee. Long was the prayer he uttered, Yet it seemed not so to me; For in my heart I prayed with him, And still I thought of thee. A Gleam of Sunshine. r^~ There's not a tint that paints the rose Or decks the lily fair, Or marks the humblest flower that grows, But God has placed it there. There's not of grass a single blade, Or leaf of lowliest mien, Where heavenly skill is not displayed, And heav'nly goodness seen. God is Everywhere. y I pray that you and care may never meet, But here are purple pansies, fresh and sweet. Cherish them tenderly, for, well we know, Sure talismans are they 'gainst grief and woe; Take, then, my pansies, that I ^ fi bid you wear i : ~" - Above your heart to ease its every care! * "S Blue skies smile; and flowers bloom on, And rivers still keep flowing — The dear God still His rain and sun On good and ill bestowing. His pine-trees whisper, "Trust and wait," His flowers are prophesying That all we dread of change or fall His love is underlying. Whitti Twin tokens of celestial love That out from Nature's bosom grow, And still alike in sky, on sod That star and blossom ever point to God. James Kent. &i ■ % > O Love ! — so hallowing every soil That gives thy sweet flower room, Wherever, nursed by ease or toil, The human heart takes bloom. JVhittier. ^J I send thee pansies while the year is young, Yellow as sunshine, purple as the night; Flowers of Remembrance, ever fondly sung. Unknown. A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resent- ment glows; One should our interests and our pas- sions be, My friend must hate the man that injures me. Pope. just as the pansy petals fold Closely about their hearts of gold, So in these pages may there be Enfolded golden thoughts for thee! "ZZ -«&> "*$ I tell thee that the " pansy freak'd with jet " Is still the heartsease that the poets knew ; Take all the sweetness of a gift unsought, And for the pansies send me back a thought. Sarah Doudney.