EVENING LONG.
Little birds sleep sweetly In their soft round nests, Crouching in the cover Of their mothers’ breasts. Little lambs like quiet. All the summer night. With their old ewe mothers, Warm, and soft, and white / But more sweet and quite Lie on;- little heads. With onl' dear mothers Sitting, by our beds ; And their soft sweet voices Sing am: lmsh-;i-byes. While the room grows darker And.we shut our eyes. And we play at evening:, Round our fathers’ knees ; Birds are not so merry. Singing on the trees ; Lambs- are not so happy. Mid the- meadow flowers; Thev have play and pleasure But not love like ours.
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Hawera Star, Volume XLVII, 17 March 1928, Page 18
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108EVENING LONG. Hawera Star, Volume XLVII, 17 March 1928, Page 18
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