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“MAKE ME.”

TBte toot my hand. He did not even say ‘Be mine, for I have loved you many a day.

He only pressed it in his lovingly ; He looked into my eyes, and said: Blake me.

A mist came over mine, I could not see : f And he repeated: * What you will, make me.

‘Bast night I had a dream that T was dead.: And you were there, love, Trending o er my head.

* y ou held my soul, and weeping saw it stain ; Your tears fell on it; it was pure again. ■* Can you not do it ? I will follow you Until I feel 1 am formed anew.,

‘Drop down upon my eyes another tear; Beckon me onward, and .t will not fear.

« Oh. take my hand. Bead me your path along ; "Without you X am weak, but with you, strong.

* Bove me as you love heaven, and X shall be -Worthy to dwell there with you. Oh, make me! ” ' George Holmes, in Belgravia.

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Bibliographic details

New Zealand Mail, Issue 766, 5 November 1886, Page 4

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166

“MAKE ME.” New Zealand Mail, Issue 766, 5 November 1886, Page 4

“MAKE ME.” New Zealand Mail, Issue 766, 5 November 1886, Page 4