Poem by Jane Taylor

The Violet

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 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 diffused its 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. The Squire’s Pew
2. On Visiting Cowper’s Garden and Summer-house at Olney
3. The Poppy
4. Poverty
5. The Star

William Story The Violet ("O faint, delicious, spring-time violet!")

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