No one denies the influence of music for good. A teacher told me
of a boy, an incorrigible little fellow, who was almost entirely
cured of his bad traits by a violet song.
Down in a green and mossy bed
A modest violet grew;
Its stalk was bent; it hung its head,
As if to hide from view.
And tho it was a lovely flower,
Its colors bright and fair,
It might have graced a rosy bower,
Instead of hiding there.
He sang the violet song at home, on the street, on the
playground, and in school. He loved and believed it; and
its tender thought had helped him to become a noble young
man.--ELIZABETH CASTERTON, “Journal of the National
Educational Association,” 1905.
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