Show A VIOLET froni from underneath a wayside stone A violet peeped with cheerful smile and though it blossomed there alone I 1 thought etwas happy all the while it drank the blessed sunshine in and sweetly gave its best to god the little flower my heart did win though scarcely raised above the sod V nith heavy heart I 1 sought the wood oppressed with dread of sorrows pain it drew me from my faithless mood back to a hopeful trust again for in its lowly modest face I 1 traced my fathers tender care no one no thing no scene no place too small his bis watchful love to share I 1 broke its stem most tenderly I 1 kissed it wondering it I 1 knew the good its smile had brought to me t As unde underneath meath the stone atone it grew MARGARRT MAY MAT |