'REJECTED.'
Her little face is white Avith Avoe, Her downcast eyes are wet; She had not meant to grieve him so, At least —at least—not yet; It Avas so pleasant to be wooed ; So hateful to be Avon— Ah, why should many a merry mood End in so drear a one ! She draws the curtain back, and peers Into the AA'orld beyond ; The garden gleams in flowery tiers, And fish leap in the pond ; Behind, there is a misty hill— Hoav gray it all has grown ! Perhaps it Avas her father's will. Perhaps it was her oaa'ii. He turns aside—lie pleads no more. But goes Avith drooping head ; A man is often A\ rounded sore. Who dons a coat of red ! And so he sadly rides away, Sloavlv o'er hill and plain : But let us hope, some other day He will ride back again I
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Auckland Star, Volume VIII, Issue 2241, 12 May 1877, Page 7
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145'REJECTED.' Auckland Star, Volume VIII, Issue 2241, 12 May 1877, Page 7
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