The Violet

Down in a green and shady bed
A modest violet grew;
Its stalk was bent, it hung its head.
As if to hide from view.

And yet it was a lovely flower,
No colours bright and fair;
It might have graced a rosy bower,
Instead of hiding there.

Yet there it was content to bloom;
In modest tints arrayed;
And there diffused its sweet perfume,
Within the silent shade.

Then let me to the valley go,
This pretty flower to see;
That I may also learn to grow
In sweet humility.

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~ Author: Jane Taylor (1783-1824).
٭ Painting "Violets" by Henry Meynell Rheam, 1904.

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