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<h2><!-- page 38--><SPAN name="page38"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p. 38</span>WISHES</h2>
<p style="text-align: center">BY DORA SIGERSON<br/>
(MRS CLEMENT SHORTER)</p>
<p class="poetry">I wish we could live as the flowers live,<br/>
To breathe and to bloom in the summer and sun;<br/>
To slumber and sway in the heart of the night,<br/>
And to die when our glory had done.</p>
<p class="poetry">I wish we could love as the bees love,<br/>
To rest or to roam without sorrow or sigh;<br/>
With laughter, when, after the wooer had won,<br/>
Love flew with a whispered good-bye.</p>
<p class="poetry">I wish we could die as the birds die,<br/>
To fly and to fall when our beauty was best:<br/>
No trammels of time on the years of our face;<br/>
And to leave but an empty nest.</p>
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