Keeps to-night in anxious thinking
Every wit disconsolate.
And each courtier, fearful, cowers,
As beneath his armed foes,
When, amid the scent of flowers,
Violet mingles with the rose.
Restless pace among the courtiers
Older men of sterner mien;
At their breasts no royal orders,
Violets blue alone are seen;
'Mid the seeming pleasure-seekers,
Seems their converse low and dark, -
"Hast thou heard the warlike murmur
Coming ever nearer, - hark!
Breathest thou the violet's fragrance
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The Music Hall Concert.