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Down the shadowed road of my heart You run Where the trees part For the sun, And ferns bend low For the rain ; pale wild blossoms bud and blow Where secretly you go. Wild impassioned flowers in my heart on sow, And others then depart. Tears flow . For white flowers dead. My love,- your nimble hands did weave me red Wild blossoms for my head. —Margaret Lyster, in the English Review.
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New Zealand Tablet, 21 August 1919, Page 43
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72SONG. New Zealand Tablet, 21 August 1919, Page 43
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