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POETRY PATH : Love and Friendship

April - Lean on Me - Shirley Deaville

Love is like the wild rose brier,
Friendship is like the holly tree
The holly is dark when the rose brier blooms
But which will bloom more constantly?
The wild rose brier is sweet in spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild brier fair?
Then scorn the silly rose wreath now
and deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He still may leave the garland green.

-Emily Bronte

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