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My Bush Home

It’s only an <>l<l log cabin. Where the tills herald the day. And the gorse gleams In golden radiance. On slopes, where bright ratns sway. A harp of the magic of Elfland Plays in Hie pines, lone and still, And the silver echoes ring sighing, Way up on the daisy-clad hill. But the cabin is silent, so silent, And only the playful sunbeams Dance in at the shuttered windows, Dani'e . . . while tiie old cabin dreams. —Sliver Toil (la), Mnsterton.

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Dominion, Volume 29, Issue 220, 13 June 1936, Page 27

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My Bush Home Dominion, Volume 29, Issue 220, 13 June 1936, Page 27

My Bush Home Dominion, Volume 29, Issue 220, 13 June 1936, Page 27