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ISLAND MAGIC.

If once you have slept on an island, You'll never be quite the same, You may look as you did the day before And go by the same old name; You may bustle about in street and shop, You may sit at homo and sew, But you'll sea blue water and wheeling gulls Wherever your feet may go. You may chat with the 'neighbours of this and that, Or close to your fire keep, But you'll hear ship-whistle and lighthouse bell And tides beat through your sleep. Oh, you won't know why, and you can't say how Such change upon* you came, But—once you have slept 011 an island, You'll never be quite the same!

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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXIV, Issue 19608, 9 April 1927, Page 4 (Supplement)

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ISLAND MAGIC. New Zealand Herald, Volume LXIV, Issue 19608, 9 April 1927, Page 4 (Supplement)

ISLAND MAGIC. New Zealand Herald, Volume LXIV, Issue 19608, 9 April 1927, Page 4 (Supplement)