Hebe is the last love lyric:—“ I clasped her tiny hand in mine ; I clasped her beauteous form ; I vowed to shield her from the wind, and from the world’s cold storm. She set her beauteous eyes on me, the tears did wildly flow ; and with her little lips she said —‘You stupid; let me go-”
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Poverty Bay Standard, Volume I, Issue 75, 2 August 1873, Page 3
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56Untitled Poverty Bay Standard, Volume I, Issue 75, 2 August 1873, Page 3
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