WHAT HER SOUL WANTED.
‘My love,’ said he, with tender sigh, Gazing in her deep blue eye, ‘ What can I give thee for a gift?— Will you with summer flowers make shift ? ‘ Oh ! will you have the balmy rose, Forget-me-nots where river flows, The violet or Marguerite :— Oh ! tell me quick, my own, my sweet.’ A loving light was in her eye, She looked to see that none were nigh ; Her balmy breath came quick and short, She said, ‘ I’ll have a go of port— The very best eightpenny sort.’
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume VI, Issue 35, 30 August 1890, Page 20
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90WHAT HER SOUL WANTED. New Zealand Graphic, Volume VI, Issue 35, 30 August 1890, Page 20
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