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ONCE AGAIN. So, when I come unto my quiet dwelling,— Weary with labour when the long day ends. There shall [find thee, loveliest of friends. Thy arms outstretohlng and thy brown hair swelling. The earthly happenings of daytime telling; Patience has its reward, toil its amends. When towards me thy welcoming body bends, Peace and mysterious ease and comfort spelling. In the uprising spring, thou best of all, 1 find thee \\'hen,the flowers are like thy hair, Pale like thy face and tender like thy fingers. And in the summer and in solemn fail, And after winter, though the darkness lingers. ‘ At Easter once again I find thee there. —Katharine Liar-Vin. FLOWERING CURRANT. “You are Aladdin‘s lamp, for when l rub Your wrinkled leaves, and press them to my face. Here is another spell, the spring has gone And candie~ligllt has come to take its place. A child sits up in bed, the curtain shakes. \\’hiie down the chimney roars the winter storm. Someone CUliiCs in and brings black—currunt tca— , The world has _L‘l'll\\ll S\\'Cvi—Si'clliml, safe and \\ui'mi” CONTENT. " But i hnvr ll'mi nu shmiuuml muss .\ml breathed a falling .\l'i‘ill, .\ml marlii‘ii llm nmunhi‘nms in Illc .L'i'ass'. \il Ihcscrwunti am vanii‘nl!” illiml .lnsliro Sit-ssl-l'.

MY HOME. The lordiiest chambers cast Wide open to my feet, Would weary me at last VVlt'hout Love's presence sweet. A cottage of few rooms, And homely plenishings, Trellised in simple blooms And where the wild bird sings. A truer home would be If all I lov‘rl were there, . For love is life to me, ls warmth and light and air. And so my home is not A place of doors and sales, It is the welcome spot, The centre where lore waits. .-\nd should I own no ground. And hold no lodgment. here. My Spirit—home is found In hearts that hold me dear. E. B. A FINE DAY. “I had not thought she saw the tender grass 01’ spring, Deriwinkles null \‘inlots in a mass, But that she paused upon her llUlllC\\;ll‘tl way To smile to me, 'r‘ir. \\lml :1 IUH‘I." ‘ll'3'l‘ Ami “cm-or CHINE “'9 slmul :unl luiiwll (0— :4'i,‘lil(‘l‘. Hlll ”my In i‘i‘pv-ll- '\\'il;li im'oly \\l‘;llil4‘i'!' 'l'iu‘n .\in- irmigml ml. ”I'l‘ mos i'urgui liiril' i\\inl<ir\.s. Amt hm- Sillili‘ \\illlu-rmi into .‘ig'v‘s \\’i'inhlw." ——.\:iriiun ih-lir

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Waikato Times, Volume 119, Issue 19899, 30 May 1936, Page 15 (Supplement)

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Selected Verse Waikato Times, Volume 119, Issue 19899, 30 May 1936, Page 15 (Supplement)

Selected Verse Waikato Times, Volume 119, Issue 19899, 30 May 1936, Page 15 (Supplement)

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