THE GOLDEN CHILDREN
Here in the dim blue mist of eandleliglit, ' ... That softly flicker* on the open pages, I road tho legends of forgotten ages. Theso treasure-houses of the golden past . . Unbar tho door to their rich granaries - —at last ' - . I leave this unfamiliar world behind; While fair, dead years, unfolding to my sight Grow visible aaid audible. O, thirsty mind, What matter now the penury and pain When all tho gods- awake to live again? See, in the herdman's hut, day after day
(By Gloria Rawlinson, 14, Auckland)
The children of Zeus are romping at their play— Nameless, rejected, and despised so long— . ■. i (Time cannot impair this tale or dim my eyes); I sec them laughing while their captors frowned, I sec them takc.t back to Thebes and • crowned, While stones upon the streets leap and 1 resound With cries of mighty desert beasts that riso
To obey the magic of the children's song;
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Evening Post, Volume CXVII, Issue 111, 12 May 1934, Page 10
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156THE GOLDEN CHILDREN Evening Post, Volume CXVII, Issue 111, 12 May 1934, Page 10
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