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A Quiet Corner

she Kicked the spray She picked the spray, that I might know ' Down in the orchard, row on row Of plum and peach tree, blossoms reign;' For Spring, with all her merry tram, Has kissed the branches, so they glow Rose pink, and red, and flecked with snow, That I might feel the petals blow Away the breath of pleasure bane — She picked the spray. Such gifts I think the gods bestow On those whose tide of life ebbs low. A broken branch cannot attain To fruit, then bud and leaf again. She must have seen the symbol, so She picked the spray. e—Gloria Rawlinson, Auckland.

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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXI, Issue 21912, 22 September 1934, Page 6 (Supplement)

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A Quiet Corner New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXI, Issue 21912, 22 September 1934, Page 6 (Supplement)

A Quiet Corner New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXI, Issue 21912, 22 September 1934, Page 6 (Supplement)