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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,
Its color 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 a 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.
This is so lovely. So so lovely.
Yes, it is. When I was looking for a poem to post today, I saw the beauty immediately in the first stanza. Thanks for reblogging it.
Thanks to you for posting it. I really enjoy your blog even if I don’t always comment.
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A very lovely gentle poem. This is also a wonderful blog if you enjoy poetry. I encourage you to stop by.
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I love this poem, both the words and the message – thank you for this.
‘Then let me to the valley go,
This pretty flower to see,
That I may also learn to grow
In sweet humility.’
So lovely and guiding. Thanks so much for sharing!