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THE HERALD.
(By A. Gore-Jones). A bird sang in the night. Swift and sure, Silver pure Rose the pulsing note Of that throbbing throat. Trees stirred, All unheard A bird sang in the night. At break of dawu Choristers called, Joyous, enthralled. On the atmosphere, Rang each .cadence clear, But the bird of "delight. Making magic in the night, Sang not at dawn!
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Hawera & Normanby Star, Volume XLII, Issue XLII, 10 February 1923, Page 5
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63THE HERALD. Hawera & Normanby Star, Volume XLII, Issue XLII, 10 February 1923, Page 5
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