The oak tarries long in the depths of the seed, But swift is the season of nettle and weed, Abide yet awhile in the mellowing shade, And rise with the hour for which you were made.
Georgia Douglas Johnson
Where these words come from
- 95% sureThese words were traced back to where they first appeared. That source is listed below.
- Hope, second stanza; Complete second stanza of public-domain poem; full poem read. Distinct from her1928 poem with the same title.
- Hope, second stanza
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