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THERE'S A SILVER LINING TO EVERY CLOUD.

The days were long, and the nights were drear, And life was scarce worth while : The charms of Mary Pickford palled, E'en Chaplin brought no smile. With aching head and sinking heart, Alaa! I felt so ill, I thought I'd die; but succour came, 1 It's form—a simple pill. 'Twas in a dainty bottle placed And now I know their wondrous power, All care is left behind. Let others heed this cheery tale, I But they should see, of course, That every little bottle bears The name of Dr. Morse.

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New Zealand Herald, Volume LVI, Issue 17094, 25 February 1919, Page 7

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97

THERE'S A SILVER LINING TO EVERY CLOUD. New Zealand Herald, Volume LVI, Issue 17094, 25 February 1919, Page 7

THERE'S A SILVER LINING TO EVERY CLOUD. New Zealand Herald, Volume LVI, Issue 17094, 25 February 1919, Page 7