THE LOST TEMPER.
By
SYDNEY DAYRE.
What! lost your temper, did you say? Well. dear. I wouldn't mind it. It isn’t such a dreadful loss— Pray do not try to find it. 'Twas nor the gentlest, sweetest one. As all can well remember Who have endured its every whim From New-Year’s till December. It drove the dimples all away. And wrinkled up your forehead. And changed a pretty, smiling face to one—well, simply horrid. It put to flight the cheery words. The laughter, and the singing: And clouds upon a shining sky It would persist in bringing? And it is gone! Then do. my dear. Make it your best endeavour To quickly find a better one. And lose it —never, never!
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXIV, Issue XXIV, 16 June 1900, Page 1150
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121THE LOST TEMPER. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXIV, Issue XXIV, 16 June 1900, Page 1150
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