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The Violet

Jane Taylor

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

And yet it was a lovely flower,
It's 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 difused 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.


Jane Taylor

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