MARIGOLD.
(By rhyllis Hughes, To Tloro.) Marigold, sweet marigold, you have been The only spot of brightness that iny garden holds for me; Ami now that spring is here again how can I ho so mean As to dig you out in pref'renee for a red anemone? Marigold, dear marigold, your black eye smiles at me Every time I step outside my little green back door, But I'd like to have a freesia or a pretty pink sweet pea Now tliat sining is here again and winter days arc o'er. Marigold, dear marigold, because I love you so I'll pretend you are a poppy or a lovely marguerite; And I'll keep you in my garden and I'll never let you go Just because you've bloomed so bravely while the rest have been asleep.
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Auckland Star, Volume LXVI, Issue 272, 16 November 1935, Page 2 (Supplement)
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