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Pine,
Rose and Fleur de Lis
by
Susie Frances Harrison
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THE
HOPE
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This,
my friend, shall be our part
In this summer scheme of ours,
Just to grow a summer heart,
Leaving ways of mire and mart,
Octopus, that peace devours,
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my friend, shall be our part.
Shall we then by nature’s art,
Try ’mid fields and flocks and flowers
Just to grow a summer heart?
Leave all answers cold and tart,
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All
the city temper sours,
This, my friend, shall be our part,
Make a fresh and honest start,
Strive through long and lovely hours
Just to grow a summer heart;
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Fear to hurt and fear to thwart,
Clearer sense of mighty Powers—
This, my friend, shall be our part,
Just to grow a summer heart. |
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