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Clouds of the Early Year

Flocks of little ragamuffins In the sky— Palest daffodil and violet, Flying high, Flying low— Chaso each other to and fro Whirl and dance and laugh and mock— Little clouds that sometimes weep Teardrops on a dawning flower, Then they sweep away Frolicking with spring’s young day. But at evening’s stillest hour (When the shepherd leads the sheep From the pasture to the fold, And the bird's last song is still), Little ragamuffins clouds Scatter like a fringe of spray Made of rainbows— Every one is lined with gold, —Susan F. Campbell.

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Manawatu Times, Volume LIV, Issue 6946, 27 June 1929, Page 11

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Clouds of the Early Year Manawatu Times, Volume LIV, Issue 6946, 27 June 1929, Page 11

Clouds of the Early Year Manawatu Times, Volume LIV, Issue 6946, 27 June 1929, Page 11