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Kisses.

The kiss of friendship, kind and calm, May fall upon the brow like balm ; A deeper tenderness may speak In precious pledges on tho cheek ; Thrice doar may bo, when yonng lips meet, Love's dewy pressure, close and sweot ; But more thau all the rest I prize The faithful lip 3 that kis3 my eyes. Snrilo, lady, Btaile, when courtly lips Touch reverently your finger tips : Blush, happy maiden, when you feel The lips which press love's glowing seal ; But as the slow years darklier roll. Grown wiser, the experienced soul Will own as denrer far thau they The lips which kiss thn tears away ! —Elizabeth Akers,

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Bush Advocate, Volume XI, Issue 863, 25 November 1893, Page 6

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Kisses. Bush Advocate, Volume XI, Issue 863, 25 November 1893, Page 6

Kisses. Bush Advocate, Volume XI, Issue 863, 25 November 1893, Page 6