FOREST DAWN
Here in the forest, at glorious dawn , When the heavens are crimson and gold, The tui welcomes the day new-born, With carols of beauty untold. Through the woodlands his song is ringing , Accompanied by murmuring rills. ’Tis like the voices of angels singing, Echoing through the hills. Higher, higher, his morning prayer, Rises in silver cascades; Floating out on the dewy air, Till the forest of song is made. The pure notes are throbbing and flowing, Like myriad chiming bells; Or fairy flutes in the distance blowing, As they rise and richer swell. ■Singing of the youthful day, Or rippling, bubbling streams; The laughter of children 'fair and gay, Or the things a lover dreams. In a sudden crescendo, the melody ceases, As the earth is bathed in light; My dreams lie shattered in a thousand pieces, Like stardust, soft and bright. To-morrow, I’ll be here again, To dissolve all worldly care; To put together, the bits that remain Of dreams, wrought by your prayer. “Eve” (Nelson).
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume 80, 28 April 1945, Page 8
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169FOREST DAWN Nelson Evening Mail, Volume 80, 28 April 1945, Page 8
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