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BEAUTY'S GRAVE.

Where the rose witheis

Before fully blown ; Where the tree shivers

Aiid maketh low moan ; Where never a child's laugh,

And never a breath Of the milky May blossoms

Makes sweetness of death, The maid in her beauty is lying.

Where the rank nettles.

Spring coarsely and green,

And not one bright garland

Of promise is seen; Where never a bee's hum

And never a bird In the death-haunted stillness

And darkness is heard, The maid in her beauty is lying,

May 1899.

— H. J. B.

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Otago Witness, Issue 2362, 1 June 1899, Page 49

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BEAUTY'S GRAVE. Otago Witness, Issue 2362, 1 June 1899, Page 49

BEAUTY'S GRAVE. Otago Witness, Issue 2362, 1 June 1899, Page 49