
THE VIOLET’S DREAM 
I had a strange sweet dream last night 
As I lay in my leaf mold bed. 
I felt a gentle stirring of something at my head 
And there appeared a soft and gentle light 
Of many pastel hues. 
And as I gazed in wonder rapt 
A fairy form came into view. 
“Tam the Violet Fairy,” she replied 
To my inquiring glance. 
“I’ve come to tell you of your duty; 
Of your chance to spread cheer and beauty! 
For mankind needs gardens and the flowers 
Needs you in lonely or in happy hours— ° 
He needs that fragrance that only you can give, 
He needs to think he makes you live; 
He may give you care and love, 
But the magic in the earth 
Comes from a Power above. 
So remember, dainty little violet, 
The more you are gathered and given away, 
The more blossoms will follow each day. 
And the more man gives of himself to make you grow, 
Gladly sharing you with others — you may know, 
That richer will your fragrance be, 
Larger, more glorious your bloom 
When you, Man and Nature are in tune.” 
By Emiry C. PAWLA 
