To Olive Schreiner

Pansies, for thoughts; and Rue, for gentle grief;
Roses, — for gladness given in large increase:
Add now to these one soft grey silvern leaf,
Olive , — for Peace!

O life that put'st our noisier lives to shame,
Sign that the Bow shall shine, the Deluge cease!
Steadfast and true and holy like thy name:
Olive , — for Peace!
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