Give me a day
That is balmy and shimmering;
Give me a field
Where the clover blooms sway;
O let me linger
Where nectar is gathering,
Deep in the blossoms of flowering May.
Give me a shelter
Where sunlight is filtering,
Tempering music
Of humming and whirr,
Then I will gather
A treasure so glistening,
Fragrant as incense, and precious as myrrh.
--Florence Holt Davison
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