THE TIMELESS LAND.
1 long for a land in the by-and-bye. Where the sun-dialed rays are swinging ; Where no whistle clear splits the startled ear, And where no wild bells are ringing. I would dwell in some spot where the dawn was told By no nerve-shocking, shrill vibration— In some restful clime where the march of Time Is determined by inclination. I would live on a shore where no hour is known By a second or minute measure ; Where both night and day come and go away At man’s bidding and man’s pleasure. Then it’s oh for a Place that silent strand — A land to my tired heart’s liking ! Where each watch, unwound, gives no ticking sound, And the clocks are no longer striking !
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Cromwell Argus, Volume XLII, Issue 2238, 20 March 1911, Page 7
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124THE TIMELESS LAND. Cromwell Argus, Volume XLII, Issue 2238, 20 March 1911, Page 7
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