On that first glad easter Morn

When the earth united to rejoice,

Christ walked into a garden

And each flower raised it's voice

And as they ang 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 Savior paused awhile,

And the violet flushed & bowed its head

Beneath the Master's smile.

 

But it didn't really matter

Not being grand and tall

For Jesus loves all living tthings

However great or small

And to this day, all violets

Bow their face toward the sod,

Remembering that first glad Easter meeting

With the Blessed SOn of God