THE TOWER
From, shades of sleep my spirits creep At the cold, grey dawn-lit hour, To the darker strand of a bondage land And a sinister sentry tower. ’Tho the world chills white in a frozen blight Or the green fields dance in flower O’er the muted threat of the jagged net Looms the dark, forbidding tower. Those memories that seek the trees, Of homeland bush and bower, Writhe in the vile, poised prehensile Tentacles of the tower. When day lights die, an evil eye Peers with a mocking power, Revealing all of the sick’ning thrall To the night-enshrouded tower. Even in dreams where slumber schemes $ Of liberty in power, From haunts unreal, like phantoms, steal The torments of the tower.
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume 80, 9 June 1945, Page 8
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121THE TOWER Nelson Evening Mail, Volume 80, 9 June 1945, Page 8
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