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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.


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[[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.