PANSIES.
Pansies! pansies! what can compareWith your varied colors so rich and rare?Beautiful flower—in thee I traceThe features of the human face.And when I look into thine eyes,They greet me, with a glad surprise.I love to touch thy velvety cheek,And I almost fancy I hear thee speak.Ah! well-a-day pansy, you and IMust part, for the summer has gone by.Soon in thy wintry bed thou’lt be,And a mantle of snow will cover thee.There shalt thou rest, till the spring-time rainAwakes thee from thy sleep again;—Then thou’lt come forth as fresh and bright,As comes the sun, at the morning light.So farewell, pansy; farewell till the spring.I shall look for thee, when the robins sing.
Pansies! pansies! what can compareWith your varied colors so rich and rare?Beautiful flower—in thee I traceThe features of the human face.And when I look into thine eyes,They greet me, with a glad surprise.I love to touch thy velvety cheek,And I almost fancy I hear thee speak.Ah! well-a-day pansy, you and IMust part, for the summer has gone by.Soon in thy wintry bed thou’lt be,And a mantle of snow will cover thee.There shalt thou rest, till the spring-time rainAwakes thee from thy sleep again;—Then thou’lt come forth as fresh and bright,As comes the sun, at the morning light.So farewell, pansy; farewell till the spring.I shall look for thee, when the robins sing.
Pansies! pansies! what can compareWith your varied colors so rich and rare?
Pansies! pansies! what can compare
With your varied colors so rich and rare?
Beautiful flower—in thee I traceThe features of the human face.
Beautiful flower—in thee I trace
The features of the human face.
And when I look into thine eyes,They greet me, with a glad surprise.
And when I look into thine eyes,
They greet me, with a glad surprise.
I love to touch thy velvety cheek,And I almost fancy I hear thee speak.
I love to touch thy velvety cheek,
And I almost fancy I hear thee speak.
Ah! well-a-day pansy, you and IMust part, for the summer has gone by.
Ah! well-a-day pansy, you and I
Must part, for the summer has gone by.
Soon in thy wintry bed thou’lt be,And a mantle of snow will cover thee.
Soon in thy wintry bed thou’lt be,
And a mantle of snow will cover thee.
There shalt thou rest, till the spring-time rainAwakes thee from thy sleep again;—
There shalt thou rest, till the spring-time rain
Awakes thee from thy sleep again;—
Then thou’lt come forth as fresh and bright,As comes the sun, at the morning light.
Then thou’lt come forth as fresh and bright,
As comes the sun, at the morning light.
So farewell, pansy; farewell till the spring.I shall look for thee, when the robins sing.
So farewell, pansy; farewell till the spring.
I shall look for thee, when the robins sing.