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CONFIDENCES'

lidvV to the stars she whispers a name — Low to the Heavenly stars,} Red as Arcturus her blushes fiame, Pale^Virgo smiles on her maidenly shame— Guard well the secret, O stars t Soft to the flowers she murmurs a word —

Soft to the moon-tranced flowers. The nodding lillies are lightly stirred, But the rose dreams on of her poet bird— Oh, guard well the secret, dear flowers ! Faint to the night wind she breathes a sighFaint to the wandering wind That mutely kisses her for reply, Stealing the unshed tear from her eye — Ah, breathe not the secret, sweet wind I A whispered name— a word— and a sigh— Floating away through Bpace» With a wind gathered tear from a pure maid's eve, Seeking— seeking- below snd on highShall they ever find resting place !

Felix Gray,

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Otago Witness, Issue 1891, 1 May 1890, Page 29

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CONFIDENCES' Otago Witness, Issue 1891, 1 May 1890, Page 29

CONFIDENCES' Otago Witness, Issue 1891, 1 May 1890, Page 29