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FAIZ ULLA

Just in the hush before the dawn A little wistful wind is born. A little chilly, errant breeze. That thrills the grasses, stirs the trees. And, as it wanders on its way. While yet the night is os6l and dark. Ere the first carol of the lark, — Its plaintive murmurs seem to say “I wait the sorrows of the day." —Laurence Hope. •

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New Zealand Times, Volume XXXVII, Issue 8362, 24 February 1913, Page 10

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FAIZ ULLA New Zealand Times, Volume XXXVII, Issue 8362, 24 February 1913, Page 10

FAIZ ULLA New Zealand Times, Volume XXXVII, Issue 8362, 24 February 1913, Page 10