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She Is My Love.

tin the measure of the original Irish Gaelic love song » She is my love beyond all thought. Though she hath wrought m> deepest dole. Yet deart-r for the cruel pain Than one who fain would make me whole. She is my glittering gem of gems. Who yet condemns my fortune bright: Whose cheek but glows with redder scorn Since mine has worn a strtck* n whiter She is my sun and mom and star. Who yet so far and cold doth keep. She would not even oer my bier One tender tear of pity weep. Into my heart unsought she came. A wasting flame, a haunting care; Into my heart of hearts, ah. why? And left a sigh forever there. Alfred Perceval Graves. In ’’The Spectator.’*

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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXV, Issue XXVI, 29 December 1900, Page 1231

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She Is My Love. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXV, Issue XXVI, 29 December 1900, Page 1231

She Is My Love. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXV, Issue XXVI, 29 December 1900, Page 1231