Poems (Katz)/On violets brought me by my father
ON VIOLETS BROUGHT ME BY MY FATHER
Oh those fragrant violets blue, So often when I think, father dear, of you, My heart melts with tears, And sweet quietude allays all fears.
Oh, those violets sweet, My whole heart goes out to meet The perfume of hearts' desire And makes my thought aspire.
To broader views of things The voice within me soars and sings Till it would almost burst the bounds Of audible sounds.
And fill immensity fair, With perfume so exquisitely rare, Reaching the Father's House above, Whose fragrance, all encompassing, is—Love.