Maxioms by Frances S. Osgood
The violets thinks, with her timid blue eye,
To pass for a blossom enchantingly shy.
The violets thinks, with her timid blue eye,
To pass for a blossom enchantingly shy.
The wealth of rich feelings--the deep--the pure;
With strength to meet sorrow, and faith to endure.
The wealth of rich feelings--the deep--the pure;
With strength to meet sorrow, and faith to endure.