As I walked in my garden to-day,
I saw a family sweet.
Many wee faces looked up,
From their cool and shady retreat.
Some had blue eyes and golden curls,
Some dark eyes and raven locks,
Some were dressed in velvets so rare,
And some wore quaint, gay frocks.
I asked these babies so dear,
To come and live ever with me!
Then laughing so gaily they said;
"We are _Pansies_, don't you see?"