In among the cool, green leaves,
Sweet and low the violet sings
Of the oft-returning springs.
"Think you, friend, that when I go
That I say a last good-bye,—
That my fragrance lives to die?
"Only to thy erring sense
Do I fade, for once again,
Heralded by soft, warm rain,
"I shall come, with message sweet.
As a thought of the Most High,
Know that I shall live for aye.
"Till the ages hear my song,
Listen, wonder, think and know
They can always keep me so."
Sin is selfishness; Godliness is unselfishness; a godly life is the steadfast working out of inward freeness from self; to become thus godlike is the bringing back of man's first nature.—Theologia Germanica.
