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New Zealand Illustrated Magazine, Volume III, 1 October 1900, Page 64

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She was a village maiden, be A youth upon a holiday, And Fate had said it was to be • That they would meet upon life's way. They strayed together through the glen, Above them high the lark sang sweet, The morning daisies cared not when They trampled them beneath their feet. They sat beside the running brook, The yellow broom grew wild around them ; Within his hand her hand he took, What wonder, then,that Cupid found them*

He told her she was sweet and fair, That she was all the world to him. He placed a wild rose in her hair, And vowed his love would never dim. She asked no favoured flower to say Already what her heart could telh " He loves me, or he loves me nay ;" Of course she knew he loved her well. They parted then to meet no more Until another season came, But when their severed days were o'er It only found their love the same.

To-day the village church bearings, With flowers is strewn the carriage way, The happy lark its merriest sings, Because it is their wedding day.

W. A. Crawford,