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I know a garden where the lilics gleam, And one who lingers in the sunshine ., there; She is than white-stoled lily far more fair, And oh, her eyes are heaven-lit with a dream, -* I know a garret, cold and dark and drear, And one who toils and totis with tire- | less pen, | Until his brave sad eyes grow weary -then ide seeks the stars, pale, silent as a seer. | And oh, it’s strange, for desolate and aim, Between these two there rolls an oc ean © qwide; Yet he is in the garden by her side, | And she is in the garret there with him.
Robert
W.
Service.
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Radio Record, Volume I, Issue 12, 7 October 1927, Page 6
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108UNFORGOTTEN Radio Record, Volume I, Issue 12, 7 October 1927, Page 6
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