NIGHTFALL
The hills are touched with crimson light, The sun sinks in the west, The flowers close their eyes so bright, And Nature is at rest.
The moon has raised her light on high. The birdlings seek their nest, The gentle breezes softly sigh, While Nature is at rest. —'MATE HARUM SCARUM, L.8.H.. Ross.
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Press, Volume LXXIII, Issue 22195, 11 September 1937, Page 2 (Supplement)
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54NIGHTFALL Press, Volume LXXIII, Issue 22195, 11 September 1937, Page 2 (Supplement)
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