YEARNING.
I sec beyond tho cloud of human days A faint, far, radiant sun. And dimly think to feel in those dark ways Hope spring where hope was none. Soft through tho unstirrod trees tho wind blows yet, Full of a strange, rare scent, As all tho flowers of all the world were met And all their perfumes blent. The air is silent with tho feel of rain, Like tears that cannot fall; As when an East wind hangs above tho plain A gray unbroken pall. Break clouds! Como tears! Lot down that flimsy stair Of music, silver-stepped, Whereon tho troubled spirit mounts in prayer Abovo tho tears it wept. —A. G. McL. l'carco Biggins, in Observer, London.,
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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXVII, Issue 20554, 3 May 1930, Page 8 (Supplement)
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118YEARNING. New Zealand Herald, Volume LXVII, Issue 20554, 3 May 1930, Page 8 (Supplement)
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