And one may feel this darkness

Like soft velvet one unrolls,

Its very quiet is soothing,

To a city weary soul.

See these bushes! all the edges

Have a perfect picot hem,

Like women’s restless fingers

Had picked up now and then.{70}

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We must find the pathway back

When the sun comes stealing thru,

Like old magic, all these wonders

Will be dripping from our view.

I prefer to keep this picture

Just as we have seen it here,

This lovely morning, to my fancy

Is too beautiful, I fear.

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Brother O’ Mine

DO you remember the cardinal’s call,

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