Saturday, February 9, 2013

The Violet...

Etsy: Sue Davis Studio

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 colour bright and fair;
It might have graced a rosy bower,
Instead of hiding there.
Yet thus 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. 

1 comment:

Johanna V. said...

What a sweet poem. I can't get over that great photo in your header. Y'all make some beautiful babies.