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MY GARDEN ROOM.

Tall pine trees form the wall Around my " Garden room," All carpeted with spines that fall Before nor'wester's broom.

Deep-fixed their pillars strong, Their boughs like arches spread, Whence shafts of light and show'rs of song Pour down upon my head.

Here many a song-bird hies, For shelter from the heat When Summer blazes in the skies, And trills his music sweet.

Here, hid from all around Among these glorious trees, Dreaming, I listen to the sound Of woven harmonies.

The sheep bleat far and near, And chanticleer's alarm, And children's voices sweefc I hear From garden, house and farm.

Hard by, Rakaia's streams Go speeding to the sea And mingle with my dreams A murm'rous melody g

'Tis rest to heart and brain Distraught by care and strife, Peace falls like summer rain On parching sands of life.

And hope and joy and love Burgeon and bud and bloom, Within that sunlit grove My pine- walled garden room.

J. R. Wilkinson, Ohertsey.

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MY GARDEN ROOM., Ashburton Guardian, Volume XII, Issue 2436, 28 May 1890

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MY GARDEN ROOM. Ashburton Guardian, Volume XII, Issue 2436, 28 May 1890

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