Violet In June

A violet caught I in repose Upon a sunbathed bank. Her head was bowed. Do you suppose It was from life she shrank? She seemed so wilted in despair; No tear was in her eye. She languished in the torrid air And seemed resigned to die. Oh little violet, you have bloomed When others fail the task; Amid the hardships that have loomed There is no more we ask. Although a breeze of furnace heat Has robbed you of your tear, Your destiny is not complete, Put off your shrinking fear. Oh little violet, lift your eyes Above the world, up to the sun; Fear not, for when the daylight dies Another dew will come.