Lines Of Violets

Once, while digging 'neath the snow,
'Mid Canadian winter, lo !
To our joy and surprise,
We saw some violets in full bloom,
Gazing at us with loving eyes,
Thanking us for opening their tomb ;
Yet still they seemed so cozy and nice,
Enshrined in the crystal ice.
While all else was drooping, dead,
Gaily they held up their head.