What though no mate to clear thy path,
Thy sky with gloom o’ercast –
What though of love itself doth fail,
Thy fragrance strewed in vain;
What though if bad o’er good prevail,
And vice o’er virtue reign –
Change not thy nature, gentle bloom,
Thou violet, sweet and pure,
But ever pour thy sweet perfume
Unasked, unstinted, sure !
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The mother’s heart, the hero’s will,
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