IN MY GARDEN
Thou bird of gold-glad autumn, In leaf-tinged feathers drest; Your heart is of the sunshine, 0, eager, shining breast.
You sang all day ■with the quiet, leaves In my whispering wattle tree; I sat on the step to listen. And thought “it is just for me."
But I knew it wasn't really, Because over and over you'd call; “Look! look!’’ and I know your secret, A nest in the oreeper-cldd wall.
A rose on the lawn was danciny. And the sun kissed the wattle tree; Quite near I heard a fairy .... She left a smile for me! —By “Madame Pompadour,” Eketahuna,
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Dominion, Volume 28, Issue 58, 1 December 1934, Page 23
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104IN MY GARDEN Dominion, Volume 28, Issue 58, 1 December 1934, Page 23
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