Our Blessings

Our blessings should be sought, not claimed,—Cherished, not watched with jealous eye;Love is too precious to be named,Save with a reverence deep and high

In all that lives, exists the powerTo avenge the invasion of its right;We cannot bruise and break our flower,And have our flower alive and bright.

February 21, 1901
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