Purity

The green sod is blue now,

With truth

And the green sod is ever green,

It is growth—none can stop natural growth

Erin—land of dreams—Awaken.

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BEES

The air is alive with buzzing bees

The little workers of destinies.

We grasp and strive to make our way,

Each life a hive and so our day

Is fraught with honey sweet, if we

Know all is good in destiny.

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(To M. T.)

A certain lad had a long way to go, so he sat still and waited until—well, another lad also had a long way to go—so he hurried along and before long he received several gifts not to be sneezed at. No, they were not to be sneezed at, though I must say they made his eyes water a bit. The gifts were lovely little blisters on his pedal extremities, so he had to sit down and take care of his poor feet and in pain tarried, looking at his poor feet. Ah, yes, our other little lad took it very slowly, almost like the proverbial snail, 

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