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MEMORY.

■Rf)reiL.b'arc<» im but glief to those

"Who rharpe the fitful hours ■\Yith. present happiness, and close Their hands o.i fading flowers. I pulled no blossom when I met

You in yon rosy giove, Xor scarce perceived the leases were wet

With tcais of lo\e

I dreamed of buds that yet to bloom Predestined joy to be , From rote to rose I drank perfume, In silent ecstacy. Oh, heedless moment' how your brow

Amid the roses shone I did not ki.ow 'twas love, I vow, Till you were gone. But yesterday a crystal shower Upon the grove did shine, 'Twas then I knew you had the power To make the rose divine. 'Tis yearf., yet still I watch the ties On. which the flower was set. The trust that love hath given me !•> perfect yet.

—John Maclennah. Te Kohwjfl», rJunedic A August, 190%

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Otago Witness, Issue 2528, 27 August 1902, Page 64

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MEMORY. Otago Witness, Issue 2528, 27 August 1902, Page 64

MEMORY. Otago Witness, Issue 2528, 27 August 1902, Page 64