TRAMPING
Out from the tyrant town we trod To where the‘fields of freedom lay, We saw dawn’s lantern the day, And heard the lark remember God. Dawn passed us bravely garlanded, Not ragged as she comes to town. The kingcups proffered her a corwd, A linnet praised her queenly head. And now the bird of evening fills Tliis waiting world and heart of mine, And night’s soft raiment flows like wine, In purple glory down the bills. —Percy Hascldcan, in the Windsor Magazine.
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LVI, 11 October 1922, Page 2
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83TRAMPING Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LVI, 11 October 1922, Page 2
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