Fairer Than Violets Are

Fairer than violets are That blossom in the virgin Spring, More sweet than the song of birds When first of love they sing, A gift of pure and perfect worth, She came to this our darkened earth A smile of God to bring:

She came that we might lay Our griefs, submissive, 'neath the sod; She came that light might beam From every path she trod; She came that memory might confer Blessing and hope, for, knowing her, We know the love of God.