Caroling Dusk/Pansy

by Mary Effie Lee Newsome

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PANSY

Oh, the blue blue bloomOn the velvet cheekOf the little pansy’s faceThat hides away so still and coolIn some soft garden place!The tiger lily’s orange fires,The red lights from the roseAren’t like the gloom on that blue cheekOf the softest flower that grows!