Poetry.
THE SUMMER WIND. The breezes come, the breezes pa£s, And op the glen they run, revealed Against an overflowing field Of gleaming undulating grass. Like benedictions on the earth, Like blessings on the summer day, They nuke a soul more glad than gay, And Wake a joy more deep than mirth. The troubles of the town increase: But here there is no stir nor strife,
And here 'tis good to bring a life To be persuaded back to poaoe. I wish the year oontained a day When none should suffer, die, or weep ; One rest for all upon the steep, One well for all beside the way. The town is very tired. Alas I Its thin smile cannot mask its pain ; And they arc rich enough who gain Cool breezes and a couoh of grass. J. J. Bell.
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Alexandra Herald and Central Otago Gazette, Issue 503, 10 January 1906, Page 2
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139Poetry. Alexandra Herald and Central Otago Gazette, Issue 503, 10 January 1906, Page 2
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