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97 OPTIMISTS With gloom The only bloom Keep this broom As a groom Wearing a smile To screen the pile That makes the pyre For faithfuls to cluster round a lyre Playing to uplift hearts Musing: “all was not hard.” Though her face was all warts That buried her smile in a ward. Darkness must not rule. The West, sun’s grave should. Keep ye this basic truth, Wilt thou, Quest only the upper part With its affluence Not the lower with all scarce Even when thou art there Dream and claim thou were elsewhere And thou would be, with a panegyric, lauded 98 Like god of good humour Though thou seest grievously no armour; Such, thou art the good sample optimist, Yet, thy shadow follows and persists And thou shall forever insist O, optimists Plod along the mist…. . ...

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