The Aim I SHALL walk freely yet Who am beset With burrs, and brambles clinging, And flowers on either hand Where I stand Which I pluck, singing, And my steep road forget. I shall not roam, nor stay, Nor weep, nor play Though beckon tears and laughter.... The Merry Heart - Page 254by Helen Abbott Beals - 1918 - 351 pagesFull view - About this book
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...waters Into most splendid dangers ! Do not let me stand against your tides, My glorious one ! The Aim 1 SHALL walk freely yet Who am beset With burrs, and...wide, And bid me follow after, But I shall go my way. 68 The Aim 59 The little loves that bind I shall leave behind, Careless of hate or pleading, No hand... | |
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...It was shining so Yet my poor heart could delay And my eyes said no! ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE AIM I SHALL walk freely yet Who am beset With burrs, and...wide, And bid me follow after, But I shall go my way. No hand shall stay my feet, However sweet. I must go on still speeding My highest height to find. IRENE... | |
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