The Sampler

    “The Sampler,” Friend, Feb. 1975, 45

    The Sampler

    Curled up on a hassock

    Priscilla ties her thread.

    She is making a sampler

    Of orange and green and red.

    The words are marked in cross-stitch

    “Love everyone,” they say.

    Her thread goes in, out, and in,

    Priscilla works all day.

    At last she wearies of tangles

    And stitches that won’t stay small.

    “I’ve only one word,” she says—“LOVE—

    “But I guess that says it all.”