MAKING HARBOUR.
A wide sky ami a wide sea; A heavy’ roll, and a wind that ripped Tho waves, and showed them white within; A wind that whistled, a wind that whipped And tore the spray, and sent it flying Into the tbin and chilly air. A gray dawn and a distance gray, Ami night behind. And everywhere A call for home. And one lone boat Unswervingly’ her haven sought, And snuffed her lamps, and furled her sail. And tumbled into the sheltered sport. Dr A, Lovell.
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Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XVI, Issue 221, 4 September 1926, Page 13
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87MAKING HARBOUR. Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XVI, Issue 221, 4 September 1926, Page 13
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