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Edith Nesbit - Quand Meme
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FOR A PICTURE OF AN OLD MAN PAUSING IN HIS WORK OF CUTTING THISTLES TO LET A LITTLE GIRL PICK A FLOWER

AGE pauses on his toilsome way 
To let youth pluck her flowers of play; 
Flowers are not always, but we may 
Cut thorns and thistles any day. 


Would Fate but hold her hand one hour, 
Then might we pluck love`s perfect flower; 
Yet full security might miss 
The perfume of one hour like this. 


For all our joys are snatched from Fate, 
Through years her ban makes desolate; 
We wrest our love from doubt and fear, 
And find it so more sweet, more dear.
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