With eyes downcast in grief and doubt,
Slowly I walked a country lane.
I failed to hear the joyous shout
Of springtime after April rain--
A violet in greening sod
Whispered, "Lift your eyes to God."
The very greenness whistled then;
My ears received the robin's call;
My thoughts escaped their stagnant fen
To hear a laughing waterfall--
My heart held room for no regrets
Weaving a lei of violets.
