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"The Violet"

by Jane Taylor

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 colors 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.

1804



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