{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/boo/boo29.htm","path":"cfu/boo/boo29.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/boo/boo29.htm","text":"The Book of Odes, by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1908]\nGreen is the upper robe,\n Green with a yellow lining;\n My sorrow none may probe,\n Nor can I cease repining.\nGreen is the upper robe,\n The lower garb is yellow;\n My sorrow none may probe,\n Nor any season mellow.\nThe silk was of emerald dye,\n Ah! this was all your doing;\n But I dream of an age gone by\n To keep my heart from rueing.\nFine linen or coarse, \u2019tis cold,\n But all I have to dress me;\n So I think of the men of old,\n And find brave thoughts possess me.","title":"The Book of Odes: Brave Thoughts","type":"page"}