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better than the lady rose Love I this little flower? Because its fragrant leaves are those I loved in childhood's hour.

Though many a flower may win my praise, The violet has my love; I did not pass my childish days In garden or in grove:

My garden was the window-seat, Upon whose edge was set A little vase—the fair, the sweet— It was the violet.