Part 3 — A GREETING.
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Thoughts which come at a call Are no better than if they came not at all; Neither flower nor fruit, Yielding no root For plant, shrub, or tree. Thus I have not for thee One good word to say, To-day, Except that I prize thy gentle heart, Free from ambition, falsehood, or art, And thy good mind, Daily refined, By pure desire To fan the heaven-seeking fire: May it rise higher and higher; Till in thee Gentleness finds its dignity, Life flowing tranquil, pure and free, A mild, unbroken harmony.