MAGIC WHEEL
Our fingers tighten on the wheel, The starter wakes with droning sound, The engine roars a trumpet-peal And then, across enchanted ground, We pass the chariot of the sun, Outstrip the wind's impetuous haste, While tree and house and meadow run Headlong beside us, interlaced. And every mile its wonder-shod, Time seems to fall away, we feel Triumphant as that winged god Who wore the lightening at his heel! —Helen Frith Stickney.
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Hutt News, Volume 12, Issue 17, 21 September 1938, Page 8
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74MAGIC WHEEL Hutt News, Volume 12, Issue 17, 21 September 1938, Page 8
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