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THE LITTLE PATHS.

Ah, but what of the little paths of love? 2\ll the little paths of a wanderer’s desire, Where there is neither sun, nor light of moon above, Only the marsh light and the lost man’s fire. Ah, but what of the haunted trails of love ? Those that you followed to an end unknown. Where a fool’s gold was glimmering treasure-trove And half the rapture ... to return alone. You . . . that have won out to the brave highway. You . . . with the feet that were so swift to rove . . . Can you forswear, or they forget, to stray ? Yes? . . . But what of the little paths of love? —Katharine Newlin Burt, in the Ladies' Home Journal.

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Otago Witness, Issue 3995, 7 October 1930, Page 62

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THE LITTLE PATHS. Otago Witness, Issue 3995, 7 October 1930, Page 62

THE LITTLE PATHS. Otago Witness, Issue 3995, 7 October 1930, Page 62