 | Poems by Elizabeth Akers (Florence Percy) |  |
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THISTLES.
You know how we followed this path last year,
When the wintry tempests beat?
The snowy landscape was sad and drear,
The sea was pallid with cold and fear,
The wind was bitter, and far and near
Was sifting the rattling sleet, beloved,
The cruel and pitiless sleet!
When the wintry tempests beat?
The snowy landscape was sad and drear,
The sea was pallid with cold and fear,
The wind was bitter, and far and near
Was sifting the rattling sleet, beloved,
The cruel and pitiless sleet!
But now, dear love, is the summer's reign,
And the thistles wound our feet;
We seek escape from their thorns in vain,
And climb the hillside with toil and pain,
Yet knowing and saying again and again
That thistles are kinder than sleet, beloved,
Thistles are kinder than sleet!
And the thistles wound our feet;
We seek escape from their thorns in vain,
And climb the hillside with toil and pain,
Yet knowing and saying again and again
That thistles are kinder than sleet, beloved,
Thistles are kinder than sleet!
| Poems by Elizabeth Akers (Florence Percy) | |