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"The Book of Odes", by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1908],

p. 44

"Brave Thoughts\"

Green is the upper robe,

Green with a yellow lining;

My sorrow none may probe,

Nor can I cease repining.

Green is the upper robe,

The lower garb is yellow;

My sorrow none may probe,

Nor any season mellow.

The silk was of emerald dye,

Ah! this was all your doing;

But I dream of an age gone by

To keep my heart from rueing.

Fine linen or coarse, 'tis cold,

But all I have to dress me;

So I think of the men of old,

And find brave thoughts possess me.