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I’ou took me to your noble heart, England, England! You made me feei myself a part Of England, -England. You yielded me your winsome lanes, Your meadows furred with misty . rains— Those treasures that the spirit gains In England. You spread a carpet for my feet— England, England. ’Twas broidered fair with Howers sweet As England, England. I came when Spring was m her prime, 1 heard the choirs of Heaven chime, I walked with God in bluebell time Through Englaud. I saw your cities, clothed with age— England, England. 1 conned your story page by page Oh England! But effigies and temples cold Shall fade before the living gold That lies within the Future’s hold, For England! —Angela Morgan.
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Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XVI, Issue 221, 4 September 1926, Page 9
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121TRIBUTE Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XVI, Issue 221, 4 September 1926, Page 9
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