When earth united to rejoice,
The Lord walked into a garden
And each flower raised its voice
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 only I could 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.
You see, it really didn't matter,
Not being grand and tall,
For the Lord 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!
I loved this legend when I read it in this lovely old card from my precious Gramma Gladys. The poem was inside.