Pine, Rose and Fleur de Lis

by Susie Frances Harrison


 

THE HOPE


 

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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This, 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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