The Legend
of the Violet

The first Easter morn

          when earth united to rejoice,

     Christ walked into a garden

          and each flower raised its voice,

And as they sang their hymns of joy

          with happy, sweet accord,

     A little violet tried in vain

          to see the risen Lord.

And as he came, the violet sighed,

          “If I could only be

     As tall and bright as other flowers

          then he might notice me.”

But when he reached the violet,

          the Saviour paused awhile,

     The violet blushed and bowed its head

          beneath the Master’s smile.

And it really didn’t matter,

          not being grand and tall,

     For Jesus loves all living things,

          however great or small.

And to this day all violets

          Bow their faces toward the sod

     Remembering that meeting

          with the blessed Son of God.

Songs of the nightingale