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(Original ) I hear the river’s distant roar, The trilling, twittering of the birds ; They that in daylight dip and soar. ! Sing eloquently—without words. They do not mourn the passing day. These vivid singers, as they trill They welcome twilight with their lay, Twilight when the world grows still. A star above the purple hills Gleams in the fading , fading sky. j One last soft note some small bird sings, 1 I hear its echo ring and die. And now the river murmurs , moans , While stars their silent watch do keep, Has it some sorrow of its own. Recalled to it when all else sleeps? —Elsie S. Arnold (14 yrs) Motupiko. www/wwiwwAw

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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume 76, 24 October 1941, Page 3

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DUSK Nelson Evening Mail, Volume 76, 24 October 1941, Page 3

DUSK Nelson Evening Mail, Volume 76, 24 October 1941, Page 3