(Ella Higginson (1861-1940))
 

I know a place where the sun is like gold.
 

And the cherry blooms burst with snow;
 

And down underneath is the loveliest nook,
 

Where the four-leaf clovers grow.
 

One leaf is for hope, and one for faith.
 

And one is for love you know;
 

But God put another in for luck--
 

If you search, you will find where they grow.
 

But you must have hope, and you must have faith;
 

You must love and be strong’ and so.
 

If you work, if you wait, you will find the place
 

Where the four-leaf clovers grow.

(Robert Browning (1812~1889) )

The year’s at the spring,
 

And day’s at the morn;
 

Morning’s at seven;
 

The hill-side’s dew-pearl’d;
 

The lark’s on the wing;
 

The snail’s on the thorn;
 

God’s in His heaven―
 

All’s right with the world!

Walt Whitman (1819~1892)

....I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun,
　

I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.
　

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
　

If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles…
　

Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
　

Missing me one place search another,
　

I stop somewhere waiting for you.

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