GOING DEAF.
Only a saint : Wishes the world-sounds to grow Daily more faint.. Oh! they are Sear to me, And they go , March of the city 'street, Drum of the forward beat ~ Of the sea. God has said: "Hush ? Por you the laugh of no child, Call of no thrush: Save when My loud bass clef, / Music-wild, Plays for a storm's full throat Swelling the thunder-note, v You are deaf." .
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Marlborough Express, Volume XLVI, Issue 195, 17 August 1912, Page 6
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70GOING DEAF. Marlborough Express, Volume XLVI, Issue 195, 17 August 1912, Page 6
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