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THE ROSE

I danced last, night in the garden Down by the silver birch tree; And J wished with, all my heart, That my Drcam Sister would coma to me. Then as I teas dancing I felt her And knew that she was there. I could plainly smell the perfume Of roses in her hair. But then when I stopped dancing, Alas! she was not there; And all I found was the warm red rose That had nestled in her hair. —By “Jacobina,” Wellington.

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Dominion, Volume 28, Issue 34, 3 November 1934, Page 23

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THE ROSE Dominion, Volume 28, Issue 34, 3 November 1934, Page 23

THE ROSE Dominion, Volume 28, Issue 34, 3 November 1934, Page 23