SUNNY SUNDAY MORN.

NZ Truth, Issue 71, 27 October 1906, Page 8

SUNNY SUNDAY MORN.

On Sunday morning m the Park With donah there I rest. She clings unto me like the bark That sheathes the Rata's breast.. The Salv-Army m the town Beneath us play their band ; We listen, sigh, then settle down Still closer to the land.. The church bells roll their iron' tongues To call the good to pray. The children exercise their lungs In shout and romp and play. The sun pours down its warmth and heat On Donah sweet and me. With arms entwined our bodies meet In the sost grassy sea. E'en though we love and coo and kiss Upon the green hill's side, It cannot surely be remiss . To clasp one's future bride ! \ So let them shout their hymns and pray. And slander all they will T My Donah loves me every day When we sit on the hill. The good may chant their Bibles through For all that we two care. It matters not whate'er they do, When we're about to pair. Then let the Salv'Army rant and play With timbrel, horn and fife ; Mv Donah is to be. some day My loving little wjife ! SOOOT SPRUIT,