MEETING IN SABBAS.

Auckland Star, Volume LXVI, Issue 307, 28 December 1935, Page 1 (Supplement)

MEETING IN SABBAS.

There is a meeting place, past the end of the world. Not for the ordered ways that search to the sunset ending, But for they whose tattered lameness, pas* all befriending, Drags along; for a spent song, for a flag soon furled. There is a meeting place, past the brink of the earth— This much I know of it, Sarras is its name. Its trees leap sunward, a green resurgent flame, Its hills are vast with a deep-toned prodigal mirth. They are as citadels bidding the weary to rest. Perhaps their dim cascades, mantillas of ivory silk, Are truly the promised bounty, honey and milk. Splashed from earth our mother's bared noble breast. (Unstrung lyre, empty heart, mind ill at ease— Hark to the green flames roaring. . . the wind in the Sarras trees.) There is a meeting, beloved. We are long in wending Unto that place, where the may-tree stoops so chaste and queeul.v a head. Yet whispor. "Ah. Sarras I ne:\r tnee." when thy darkest hour nt-ars ending, This is the Spirit City. It shall shine, though a world lie dead. —Robin Hyde.