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8
A VIOLET.
I saw a fragrant violet
Half hidden by a stone, that let
A little shadow fall between
The sunlight and the grass so green.
The sparkling dew-drops cool and wet
Had kissed its petals, and were set
As if in them the office met
To guard this treasure none had seen,
This fragrant violet.
Half hidden by a stone, that let
A little shadow fall between
The sunlight and the grass so green.
The sparkling dew-drops cool and wet
Had kissed its petals, and were set
As if in them the office met
To guard this treasure none had seen,
This fragrant violet.
I stooped—and conscious of the debt
That man owes God, that we forget
So soon, the gifts of the unseen
Eternal heart and all they mean—
And plucked, but with no vain regret,
This fragrant violet.
That man owes God, that we forget
So soon, the gifts of the unseen
Eternal heart and all they mean—
And plucked, but with no vain regret,
This fragrant violet.
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