A VERSE OF PROSE
“NO FLOWERS—BY REQUEST." No flowers with ruthless hands I’ll throw, No tear-drops shower where you lie; ’Twould grieve your tender heart to know My tear-stained petals drifted by. You could not bear God’s frailest thing Should suffer —far less die. Only would you desire that Spring Might swing fresh blossoms high ’Twixt Heaven’s blue and your green bed, A rainbow wreathe your darling head, And weeping from a gentle sky To be the only tear-drop shed— At eve one star to guide my tread While I go smiling by. —E. E. Mannington.
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Te Awamutu Courier, Volume 62, Issue 4429, 23 May 1941, Page 4
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96A VERSE OF PROSE Te Awamutu Courier, Volume 62, Issue 4429, 23 May 1941, Page 4
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