Out beneath the summer sky
Where the sun shines warm and high,
Sister and the baby, too,
Pick the violets, fresh and blue.
Violets growing all around,
Rich blue patches on the ground,
Buttercups and roses bright,
Every one a pretty sight.
Sister’s basket holds her part,
Brother fills his little cart,
Well and happy, full of joy,
Merry little girl and boy.
Little one, I ask of you,
Are you well and happy, too?
In your early childhood days,
Give our Father all the praise
In His word we often read
That He’ll meet our every need,
Let your praise forever flow
To the One who loves us so.
ML 05/23/1909