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bcdfghjhlmnpqrstu 74 Wednesday, March 14, 1928 Written at camp There is a set time for my fate Some days that I must span And so before it is too late And while I know I can, I want to pray, God, and to ask If you will hear my plea - Tear off this artificial mask I wear, and let me [[strikethrough]] me [[/strikethrough]] be! Our incident has passed. The time for drinking tea While thru the window streamed The melting afternoon With gold rays from the sun, Comforting you and me. It ended much too soon. Can a dream ever last Or stay the same re-dreamed? May 10th 1930 The whole world [[strikethrough]] was [[/strikethrough]] was alive with Spring New leaves, blue sky, white violets in the nearby wood, Sun shining down most kind in everything, And [[strikethrough]] me [[/strikethrough]] I, loving the newness, sat in solitude, [[strikethrough]] Loved the change of light, if one leaf should t [[/strikethrough]] Loving the [[strikethrough]] newness [[/strikethrough]] freshness of each new phase Of spring, loving the truth of Nature glad romance. Spring would be the happiest of days Were it not for sunburn, spiders, flies, bees and ants. 75 [[strikethrough]] Thursday, March 15, 1928 [[/strikethrough]] May 10th 1930 Til suddenly the sky became quite black And grey, then covering the sun it made The trees, weary of glaring sun, glad of the shade, And glad of the cool wind that blew them back. Ruffled the grass, and quite low bent The few precocius dandelions. Then As suddenly the sky rain-needles sent – Then thunder, lightning, thunder once again. And then it stopped. The sun appeared, more kind [[strikethrough]] And cool [[/strikethrough]], and splattered big gold splotches on the earth, Made half-god leaves, and kissed the grass which it [[strikethrough]] found [[/strikethrough]] could find Sparkling with rain Then seemed a re-birth In the fresh [[strikethrough]] ness and was [[/strikethrough]] and cool [[strikethrough]] ness and [[/strikethrough]], glad newness of the green. The sun, the sky, the grass, my soul felt clean.