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Jane Taylor - The Violet
Work rating: Medium

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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