0, but the skies are blue, so blue! There is keen fresh joy on the hilltop, the gayest content in the valleys. The very stars have lost their icy look, and gleam warm and joyous. O, exquisite awaking of a wide-eyed, wondering world, with its hands reaching^ up, held out in sudden, divine tvorship. Realisation of all the magic of youth, all the gallant, brave glory of youth. Lift up your headexult, exult — and know that your God and ye are one! PAULA HANGER. Blenheim.
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Evening Post, Volume CX, Issue 53, 30 August 1930, Page 20
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850, but the skies are blue, so blue! There is keen fresh joy on the hilltop, the gayest content in the valleys. The very stars have lost their icy look, and gleam warm and joyous. O, exquisite awaking of a wide-eyed, wondering world, with its hands reaching^ up, held out in sudden, divine tvorship. Realisation of all the magic of youth, all the gallant, brave glory of youth. Lift up your headexult, exult—and know that your God and ye are one! PAULA HANGER. Blenheim. Evening Post, Volume CX, Issue 53, 30 August 1930, Page 20
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