LATE LOVE.
Love came to me through the gloaming ; The dew on his wings lay wet, And tbe voice of his wistful greeting Waa weary with old regret. 41 O heart," he pighed at my casement, Mast I wait for a welcome yet ?' He bad come with the early roses, In the golden shining of morn ; But I asked a gift he bestowed not — A flower that bears no thorn. So, through the glare of the noontide, fie lef b me, to toil forlorn. And now—in life's quiet evening, Wben long are the shadows castHe comes with the few pale blossoms He has savei from a hungry past: Aud ibto my heart unquestioned I take him to rest at last.
M. E. Mabtyn.-
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Taranaki Herald, Volume XLVII, Issue 11340, 5 October 1898, Page 1 (Supplement)
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123LATE LOVE. Taranaki Herald, Volume XLVII, Issue 11340, 5 October 1898, Page 1 (Supplement)
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