Petunia blossoms: Ballads and poems

Oh, beautiful petunias, how lovely you grow, Some purple, some crimson and some white as snow; Your colors are like the rainbow bending o’er, And your scent comes into my window...

A scene so sad, so very sad, how can I e’er forget, They seemed to know each other, whom they had not even met; The friends of these brave soldiers, in sorrow bent and sore, For...

Mother praised my work, for a rest I might go To a dear little neighbor, who lives just below; And wasn’t I proud, when she said I looked grand; That ’twas but a matter of time,...