VAGRANT VERSE
“GOLDEN KEYS." Near to our little cottage door There grows a stately sj-camore? Its leaves unfold, and then expand. Just like the fingers of a hand. And later on the will grow— We call them “Golden Keys,’’ yo€ know. I like to think that every key Will open doors of mystery, That I may tread the path which bring Folk to the wonder way of things; That I m-ay see and know and hear All that is hid from eye and ear. For often from some place afar, Lit byi,the glimmer of a star; 'Or near at hand among the dew, Faint little fancies come to view. And then I forward creep and .stand Close to the doors of Wonderland. D. A, LovaU-
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Southland Times, Issue 19656, 5 October 1922, Page 4
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125VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 19656, 5 October 1922, Page 4
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