At Last.
She tips to-and-fro in the ojcl rocking-chair, Her forehead is wrinkled, and white is her hair, While her grandchildren romp in a turbulent throng She reads the fond words of a tender love* song. That love-song was writ her one sunshiny day When her heart was as light aa the breezes in May, When her figure wa3 graceful, fysr cheeks like a rose, And never were spectacles perched on ho* nose. The lover that wrote her that sonnet, alaa ( Ha 3 peacefully slept 'neath the long tangled grass For years — and the wards of-his eloquent lay " Mias Violet " reads for the first time.to-day. You ask why that poem thus lingered unseen ? He had sent it that time to *a great magazine, And the publishing man let the musidal wail Unprinted remain fifty years in the safe.
-JR. E. Munkittriclu
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Waikato Times, Volume XXII, Issue 1794, 5 January 1884, Page 6
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141At Last. Waikato Times, Volume XXII, Issue 1794, 5 January 1884, Page 6
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