Hearts all the braver for the feel of pain,

For a rose grows sweeter every time it rains.{32}

{32}

A few glad notes from a comrade’s song

We’ll sing in the night as we go along.

For we carry the blossoms a frost ne’er blights

And we’ll have no morning till we’ve said goodnight.

{33}

A Lone Walk

WHEN I had left the city street

W

And lost the open road,

I breathed contentedly and deep

As one who shifts a load.

I wasn’t caring where I went

Or where I meant to go.

But I was tossing from my path

The brown leaves drifted so.

When I was wondering aimlessly

Just what my quest would bring.

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