Brighter shone the golden shadows;
On the cool wind softly
The low, sweet tones of happy flowers,
Singing little Violet's name.'Mong the green trees was it whispered,
And the bright waves bore it
To the lonely forest flowers,
Where the glad news had not gone.
Thus the Frost-King lost his kingdom,
And his power to harm and blight.
Violet conquered, and his cold
Warmed with music, love, and light;
And his fair home, once so dreary,
Gay with lovely Elves and flowers,
Brought a joy that never
Through the long bright summer hours.
Thus, by Violet's magic power,
All dark shadows passed away,
And on the home of happy
The golden light for ever lay.
Thus the Fairy mission ended,
And all Flower-Land was
The "Power of Love," by gentle
That little Violet wrought.
