TIME.
They see amiss who picture Time as oi_T" A stooping baldpate with his wrinkled hand Clutched on a scythe. Not so I understand My comrade of a lifetime, who has told This listening heart from childhood manifold Strange stories of the past as through the land We ran together, while the glad winds fanned Back from his forehead locks of youthful gold. But these my mortal limbs may not much longer Maintain the ardour of his quickening pace; I tod him never younger, swifter, stronger, bulging no more of strifes and splendours gone, * Bn » fc lt V lg for the S° al or his s~eat race, as the Importunate vision sweeps him on. LEE BATES in the **A-_attc Monthly."
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Auckland Star, Volume LIII, Issue 95, 22 April 1922, Page 18
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120TIME. Auckland Star, Volume LIII, Issue 95, 22 April 1922, Page 18
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