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 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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