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THE AIRSHIP.

A silver shnpo through clouds of frosty roso, The dwindling airship glides into tho West.

I know not whonco it comes nor where it - goesOil what wild aerial quest. Strange dreams have stirred tho souls of men to daro Tho uncharted hazards of tho perilous sky; Yet with that venturous crew through dusking air, My soul takes wing to fly. Betwixt tho icy stars and tho dark curve Of earth wrapt in tho quietudo of night, Their dream my*dream, until their vessel swervo Into tho morning light. Through dangers of tho unknown night lIIV soul Witii llioso unsleeping souls shall take its way— With them, their quest my quest, their goal my goal, To greet tho unknown day. —Wilfrid Gibson in Observer, London.

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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXVII, Issue 20496, 22 February 1930, Page 8 (Supplement)

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THE AIRSHIP. New Zealand Herald, Volume LXVII, Issue 20496, 22 February 1930, Page 8 (Supplement)

THE AIRSHIP. New Zealand Herald, Volume LXVII, Issue 20496, 22 February 1930, Page 8 (Supplement)