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To An Early Violet

What though thy bed be frozen earth
Thy cloak the chilling blast;
What though no mate to clear thy path
Thy sky with gloom o'recast--
What though of love itself doth fail,
Thy fragrance strewn in vain;
What though if bad o're good prevail
And vice o're virtue reign--
Change not thy nature, gentle bloom,
Thou violet sweet and pure,
But ever pour thy sweet perfume
Unasked, unstinted, sure!

 

Swami Vivekananda

 



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