LADIES' EXPRESS.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume III, Issue 290, 17 July 1875, Page 3

LADIES' EXPRESS.

The Editor will be glad to give insertion to any local contributions from hit lady friends that may be considered interesting in the family circle, or to the sex generally.']

HE WOO'D ME IN THE SPRING. He woo’d me in the Spring, when Earth Was budding into bloom ; He met me when the day was past, In evening’s rosy gloom. ’Twas he first taught my heart to love, And thrill with joy unknown ; Till in my breast had Cupid rear'd His happy, welcome, throne. When Summer, with its flowery gems, The verdant gardens dress'd, For me alone he fondly culled The beautiful, the best; And in the Autumn twilight hours Adowu the grove we met; And there he breathed his tender vows In tones I’ll ne'er forget. When on the ground the snow was laid, And Winter evenings came, As wife and husband sat we by The fireside’s cheerful flame ; And dear to both our memories, As year by year departs, Are still those hours when first love found A dwelling in our hearts. F J P Gisborne, July 16,1875.