A MOTHER TO HER BABY.
To the Sweetest, The Dearest, The Truest, The Best ; . To a voice that is sweet as a bird fl in the neat; , , , , To a cheek like the flush on the leaf of a rose; To a dear little tip-tilted love of ft nose; To lips that have gathered the glory of bloom From crimson carnations deep spiced with perfume ; To eves thuc are dark as the beauty of night, Yet filled with star splinters of arrowy light; To a smile that’s as glad as the laughter of When thi veil of the darkness is slowly withdrawn; . To a heart -but what symbol that is not divine . Can 1 choose for the heart of my dear valentine ? And what Words can I frame that will do my behest, , That will bear all my love, with a love s tond zest ? Te the Dearest, The Sweetest, The Truest, The Best. —Wide Awake.
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Temuka Leader, Issue 1735, 10 May 1888, Page 4
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155A MOTHER TO HER BABY. Temuka Leader, Issue 1735, 10 May 1888, Page 4
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