SONNET TO MY VIOLIN.
Why do I prize thee more than other ..things ? 'Tis that thou art a friend of byegone days, And callest back from out the gathering haze, One lost, who loved the music of thy strings,— Lost long ago, but still thy music flings A bridge o'er which my memory fondly strays, Far back into those love-illumined ways, Where happy hours flew by on golden Wings ; Since by thy aid, I have the power to win A vision back, o'er which the years have rolled, A fair face crowned with rippling locks of gold, Blue laughing eyes, sweet lips, and dimpled chin. What wonder that above all things, I hold, My greatest treasure is my violin. —J. H. Symes.
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Waikato Times, Volume XXVIII, Issue 2283, 26 February 1887, Page 1 (Supplement)
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122SONNET TO MY VIOLIN. Waikato Times, Volume XXVIII, Issue 2283, 26 February 1887, Page 1 (Supplement)
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