by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

Violet
Language: English 
I know, sweet, modest violet,
Dripping with dew of morn,
I know the place that you came from,
And the way that you were born.

When God cut holes in heaven,
The holes that stars look through,
He let those scraps fall down to earth;
And those little scraps are you.

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This text was added to the website: 2026-09-15
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Word count: 51