MY ISLAND BELLE.
Her eye is bright, Her spirits light, Her cheeks as rosy as the dawn; Her fairy feet Are sweet and fleet As the gazelle's c-r -s,-ceding fawn. Her voice is sweet, And would it greet But now and then my list bring ear, I fain would -stand Upon the strandAnd c-atoh its ffimsic soft and clear. W hero the ocean laves IV ith silvery waves -•-ho pc-obie-nrusio shore at eve; Far down the dell I’ll meet my belle, And steal, from- anguish sweet reprieve. Then hand in hand . Along the strand. Ii niie sea -shells breathe their niunn'riner lays, * s Tit wnisper ehim-e-s Of -summer times, Of riper years, of glorious days. —Shamkocjc.
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Otago Witness, Issue 2914, 19 January 1910, Page 78
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116MY ISLAND BELLE. Otago Witness, Issue 2914, 19 January 1910, Page 78
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