A Bunch of Roses grown in cold Wheather.
When bitter was the wind and cold the air These roses bloomed to brighten the dull day, For where the mists hang damp and gloomy — there The sweetest roses grow — an everlasting spray.
Great power is yours, "who by a gentle deed Made Summer out of Winter — in your Btore Of warmth these roses opened — then within May you have Spring and Summer evermore. F. BOTHLET,
TROOPERS' SNAP SHOTS.
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New Zealand Illustrated Magazine, Volume VII, Issue 1, 1 October 1902, Page 31
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77A Bunch of Roses grown in cold Wheather. New Zealand Illustrated Magazine, Volume VII, Issue 1, 1 October 1902, Page 31
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