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BUT, if you cannot love me do not fret, Is not one sorrow sad enough for me? Is not one pain a heart's sufficiency? I ask no tears, not even a kind regret, For, if I chanced to see your lashes wet, My last pure solace were as hopelessly In ruins as the dream I dreamed might be. Nay, rather, for my own poor sake, forget. My solace? Yea, 'tis almost joy. I think, To feel that happiness is safe for you. My rainy windows I may yet look through And see you glad, and win a sunny blink. Ah, sweet, the longing must be less to bear If I am sure that all your world is fair. Just opened': Large shipment of Japanese clothes baskets, travelling baskets, brief-bags, selling very ch?ap,-Tonjon Gavlick Cfijopauy (limited),. * : ;!•'... ,-i ir:
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New Zealand Herald, Volume XXXVI, Issue 11149, 23 August 1899, Page 3
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138Page 3 Advertisements Column 1 New Zealand Herald, Volume XXXVI, Issue 11149, 23 August 1899, Page 3
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