Wednesday, 24 February 2021

‘Sweet humility’ ...Violets

              

               The daily walk always throws up an unexpected treat and although 

               it was only a very short walk, yesterday, the treat was a joy to behold. 

               For there, in a sheltered spot, almost hidden behind the church gate,

               and just the other side of our garden wall, was a large patch of violets.

               I almost missed them.

           



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 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.



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