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The violets flower in spring, And the heath in autumn gray. Too late to love to-morrow, If you have not loved to-day. The world is full of maidens, Like poppies, blooming free. If one of them was mine, How happy I would be!

I’d give her half my homestead, And many a silver dime, But roses prick the bachelor, That would pluck them out of time. For violets flower in spring, And the heath in autumn gray; I mocked the girls in my youth, They laugh at me to-day.