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On a sunny autumn evening, When 'twas sweet indeed to roam, Thro' the meadows starred with blossoms, Percy Guise was going home. With his curly locks of raven, And his great, black laughing eyes, Could you find more fitting hero Than this haughty Percy Guise. On the stile beside the river Sat a maid with golden hair; Ah ! young love was surely waiting With his crown of roses fair! Just a few low words of greeting Just a timid little kiss, And two hearts were changed for ever; 'Tis the old, old story this L On the terrace bright with sunset Prim Lord Armstead met his son ; And his keen eye read the mischief Which that evening hour had done. Careless smile and word of greeting — Far too slight to be a sneer, But it shattered rosy castles With the blighting touch of fear. Ere the glowing sun had vanished O'er the hills by man uncrossed, While a guileless inaid lay dreaming, Percy Guise's youth was lost! -BESSIE HEIGHTON, C'hristchurch.
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXI, 11 October 1928, Page 9
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171BALLAD Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXI, 11 October 1928, Page 9
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