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Hawke's Bay Weekly Times, Volume 2, Issue 60, 24 February 1868, Page 47

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"MB/TOO l”

** MQ'E'LL seek for flowers in trie woods/’ VK* I beard a mother say; " For in the sbady solitudes My children love to play. Oome, Willie, .call the other hoys, • Ere falls the evening dew f‘ ■ And then another Uttle voice, ' Soft pleading, said—" Me, tool”

O, childish heart that could not hear Her name should be forgot I- ©, childish love that longed to shares : With,all the common lot! - Such tone should ne’er be heard in vain, ■ fio tremulous and true; ' A link in, that sweet household chain, ; she claimed her fight—" Me, too!"

. ; But not alone in childish years , The heart give 3 out this cry; ’Tia heard amid tho silent tears Of life’s deep agony. * The lonely soul athirst for love, Will cry as iniauts do; And lift all other tones, above, Its passionate “ Me, too 1”

I’ormed.by one hand we live and die; Before one throne we kneel; The longings of humanity •, ■ ■ ■ fiend up our deep appeal. Our nature’s tendrils intertwine. Fed by one common dew; None seek in solitude to pine, Each heart-throb says—“Me, tool”

.God teaches us in rank to stand ■ Firm as brave spirits should; .Joined heart to heart, and hand to hand. In holy brotherhood. And casting off the ice of pride, Wear warm hearts mild and true, Nor from the weakest turn aside, Who feebly cries—“ Me, too!"

And. little child, who sweetly plead With love learnt, long ere speech, lift up thy golden baby bead _ To hopes that you shall reach; For when Uis angels gather in Hia holy ones and true, la that fair gamer thou shalt shalt win •A place—He needs thee, too!