Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Day Hath flung the Spear which seares the Stars away; And lo! Old Sol hath in derision dight The Sultan’s harem in a Flame of Light. Dreaming whilst Dawn’s faint glow was in the Sky, I heard a Voice within the Lattice cry—- “ Arise, my Little Ones,” and ease assure With precious Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure. —2
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Grey River Argus, 2 May 1932, Page 5
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64Page 5 Advertisements Column 3 Grey River Argus, 2 May 1932, Page 5
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