Beautiful white violet
Untainted by the elements
Standing tall and proud
Swaying elegantly in the winds

See thee, gentle violet
Charm many with its innocence
Oh, beautiful violet!
How I wish to endear myself to thee

Pay no heed to the minions of Invidia
Who tell thee less is more
Fill thyself more blooming flower
Enrich thyself with the joys of nature

And whilst it may be selfish
To deprive the world of thee
I beseech thee to come
And be the flower for me

Thou whom we live in fear of,
Art the final moment of respite
Bringing rest to mine weary soul
Thou whom we live our lives dreading,
Art the ultimate salvation to wretched life
That deep down we so desire

Ah! Greatest irony!
Lamenting the numerous woes of life
And yet thy cool embrace is shunned
Man! How foolish!
Blinded by greedy pursuit of Life
We fail to see the beauty of her cousin

Oh, rejoice at the coming of he!
Whose cold bony hands shall caress
My lifeless drained spirit
And softly in my ear
The melody of heaven
He shalt deliver