Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Day Hath flung the Spear which scares the Stars away; And lo! Old Sol hath in derision dight The Sultan’s harem in a Flame of Light. Dreaming whilst Dawn’s faint glow was in the Sky, I heard a Voice within the Lattice cry, “Arise, my Little Ones,” and ease assure With precious Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure.
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Wairarapa Age, 18 May 1932, Page 7
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63Page 7 Advertisements Column 2 Wairarapa Age, 18 May 1932, Page 7
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