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Pine,
Rose and Fleur de Lis
by
Susie Frances Harrison
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ROUND
THE FIRE
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The
pipe, the book, the blazing fire,
The cheap yet dear delights of camp,
Of these we never, never tire.
We rise at four—duty, desire,
Are one, so nobly off we tramp,
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pipe, the book, the blazing fire
To earn—unmoor the boat, acquire
The fish that bear Ontario’s stamp,
Of these we never, never tire.
At six we’re back. The sun climbs higher,
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We crave
the evening, cool and damp,
The pipe, the book, the blazing fire.
The hot hours pass ’mid bud and briar;
The wildwood fruits we choose and champ,
Of these we never, never tire.
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Till after dusk these three conspire,
(When one in town doth light her lamp)
The pipe, the book, the blazing fire—
Of these we never, never tire.
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