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A SONG OF HOPE.

SAT not the struggle nought availeth, The labour and tho wounds are vain, The enemy faints not, nor faileth. And as things have been they remain. If hopes were dupes, fears may bo liars, It may be,'in yon smoko concealed, Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers, And, but for you, possess the field. For while the tired wave 3, vainly breaking, - Seem hero no painful inch to gain, ■ . . Par bacls, through creeks and inlots making Comes silent, flooding in, the main. , And not by eastern windows only, ' When daylight comes, comes m the ngnt, In front, ; the sun climbs, slow, how slowly. But westward, look, the land is bright. .... - ! ARTHUR CLOOGH.

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New Zealand Herald, Volume XXXIX, Issue 11869, 22 January 1902, Page 3

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A SONG OF HOPE. New Zealand Herald, Volume XXXIX, Issue 11869, 22 January 1902, Page 3

A SONG OF HOPE. New Zealand Herald, Volume XXXIX, Issue 11869, 22 January 1902, Page 3