THE GENTLE LEADER.
He was a mighty, rolling river, She was a little, rippling rill ; He was a mountain naught could shiver, She was a tiny, shifting hill. He was a lion, loudly roaring, She was a lambkin, born to love ; He was an eagle, proudly soaring, She was a gentle, ccoing dove. He was a sturdy oak, defiant, She was a slender, clinging vine ; He was a brave and brawny giant, She was a wee thing feminine. Ah ! but the day when they went shopping, She was the one who took the lead ; She was the earth, so far o’ertopping Him that he seemed a mustard seed.
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume VIII, Issue 39, 26 September 1891, Page 428
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108THE GENTLE LEADER. New Zealand Graphic, Volume VIII, Issue 39, 26 September 1891, Page 428
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