‘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.