NIGHT
Night stole, light of foot, over the weary earth, And softly turned the Lamp of Daylight low. She bade the fleecy clouds play where the sun Then shone upon the scarred earth so far be’ow. She laid her harul of sleep on every songster’s head, And polished moot- and stars till they glowed so bright, The stars were pools of light, the moon another world In this magic scene of peace the only light. —Fay Baynes, (13 years) Tahununui.
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume 77, 13 February 1942, Page 3
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80NIGHT Nelson Evening Mail, Volume 77, 13 February 1942, Page 3
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