A SON BETROTHED
How eagerly he sought me out today To tell his news—straight from her to me! And with what tremulous shy dignity He talked of marriage, said, my fiancee ! My boy, this man, keen-eyed, long-limbed and fine —- For this one hour I raised him, I suppose, Yet now it has arrived, it hurts, God knows ! For not again will he be icholly mine. His happiness has come first in my life; How strange to trust it to another; To give his heart, but for a corner, to a wife — This, the price of love, if one’s a mother. Oh, l must think, not that I’ve lost a son, But of the charming daughter I have won. —Ethel Romig Fuller
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Waikato Times, Volume 125, Issue 20986, 13 December 1939, Page 5
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121A SON BETROTHED Waikato Times, Volume 125, Issue 20986, 13 December 1939, Page 5
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