When the Owl Cries Low
When the bats fly by. in a yellow light, And the sun is lying low; When softly the lamplight whispers "stay,” ■ But the gypsy within you says "go.” When the clover has folded leaves In sleep, And the owl cries low and long, Creep out to the woods by the grey-gold stream To the trees that arc straight and strong— They will take you into theii dreaming heart, They will open your eyes to see— They will whisper deep thoughts that a boy may think, Great things that a man may be. Marjorie Wilson.
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Manawatu Times, Volume LIII, Issue 6669, 24 July 1928, Page 14
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99When the Owl Cries Low Manawatu Times, Volume LIII, Issue 6669, 24 July 1928, Page 14
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