The first glad Easter morn
When earth united to rejoice,
The Lord walked into a garden
And each flower raised its voice
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As they sang their hymns of joy
With happy, sweet accord,
A little violet tried in vain
To see the risen Lord.
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And as He came, the violet sighed,
"If only I could be
As tall and bright as other flowers,
Then He might notice me."
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But when He reached the violet,
The Saviour paused awhile,
The violet blushed and bowed its head
Beneath the Master's smile.
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You see, it really didn't matter,
Not being grand and tall,
For the Lord loves all living things,
However great or small!
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And to this day, all violets
Bow their faces toward the sod,
Remembering that meeting
With the blessed Son of God!
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I loved this legend when I read it in this lovely old card from my precious Gramma Gladys. The poem was inside.
