Dear Polly, these are joyful days!
Your feet can choose their own sweet ways;
You have no care of anything.
Free as a swallow on the wing,
You hunt the hay-field over
To find a four-leaved clover.
But this I tell you, Polly dear,
One thing in life you need not fear:
Bad luck, I’m certain, never haunts
A child who works for what she wants,
And hunts a hay-field over
To find a four-leaved clover!
The little leaf is not so wise
As it may seem in foolish eyes;
But then, dear Polly, don’t you see,
Since you were willing carefully
To hunt the hay-field over,
You found your four-leaved clover!
Your patience may have long to wait,
Whether in little things or great,
But all good luck, you soon will learn,
Must come to those who nobly earn.
Who hunts the hay-field over
Will find the four-leaved clover.
by Sarah Orne Jewett: as published in “St. Nicholas Magazine” (September 1883), page 840
Sarah Orne Jewett was born on 3 September 1849 in South Berwick, Maine, United States of America. She became a novelist, a short story writer, and a poet. Sarah Orne Jewett passed on at 59 years of age on 24 June 1909 in South Berwick, Maine, United States of America.