“Our Own.”
If I had known In the morning How wearily all the day. The words unkind Would trouble ray mind, I said when you went away, I had been more careful, darling, Nor given yon needless pain ; But we vex “ our own” With look and tone, We might never take back again. For tho' in tbe quiet evening You may give me the kiss of peace. Yet it might be That never for me The pain of the heart should cease. How many go forth in the morning That never come homo at night! And hearts have broken For harsh words spoken, That sorrow can ne’er set right. We have careful thoughts for the stranger, And smiles for the some-time gneat, But oft for “ our own ” The bitter tone, Tho’ we love “ our own ” the best. Ah, lips with curve impatient 1 Ah, brow with that look of scorn 1 ’Twere a cruel fate, Were the night too late To undo the work of morn.
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New Zealand Mail, Issue 860, 24 August 1888, Page 4
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166“Our Own.” New Zealand Mail, Issue 860, 24 August 1888, Page 4
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