Down in a green and shady bed, <br />A modest violet grew; <br />Its stalk was bent, it hung its head <br />As if to hide from view. <br />And yet it was a lovely flower, <br />Its colour bright and fair; <br />It might have graced a rosy bower, <br />Instead of hiding there. <br /> <br />Yet thus it was content to bloom, <br />In modest tints arrayed; <br />And there diffused a sweet perfume, <br />Within the silent shade. <br /> <br />Then let me to the valley go <br />This pretty flower to see; <br />That I may also learn to grow <br />In sweet humility.<br /><br />Jane Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-violet/
