A REQUEST
All old, gnarled apple-trees, pale pink with bloom, Com© to me now from every meadow place Throughout the world, and drift your petals down Like fragrant, loving kisses on my face./ ' All cream-white daisies with your hearts of gold, From every field come now and thickly pile Jour slender, swaying stems about my feet And close all paths before me for a while. And tiny faery with your gleaming wand That I saw long ago where pansies grow -wild, Dance to me from your green glen now and say, " Let grown-up shadows vanish this child!" t—Juliet Sanford.
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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXI, Issue 21396, 20 October 1934, Page 6 (Supplement)
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99A REQUEST New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXI, Issue 21396, 20 October 1934, Page 6 (Supplement)
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