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OUR GARDEN PAGE

God gaOe us flowers that We might taste And lifting high their tiny heads Of lioing joys from day to day; To breathe a prayer into the skies. A separate name bestowed on each, The golden crocus first appears, And bid them rise out of the clay. And gives a joy lo Winter drear; They greet us with a fragrant scent, The saffron trumpets herald spring, Opening wide their starry eyes, And fill with hope the coming year.

The sweet clove pink autumn glow, To Nature's plan do solely fceep, A saying true, that n'er will die, At ye sow so shall ye reap. —Prize Poem by Marjorie Court (16),

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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXV, Issue 23073, 25 June 1938, Page 8 (Supplement)

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OUR GARDEN PAGE New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXV, Issue 23073, 25 June 1938, Page 8 (Supplement)

OUR GARDEN PAGE New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXV, Issue 23073, 25 June 1938, Page 8 (Supplement)