A Quiet Corner
CONTENTMENT £)f all the beauteous things this old world holds, To charm the wond'ring eye, or move a tear, Id is the simple pageantry of earth I love the most as year creeps after year. 'A satin petal trembling in the dew; A grieving wind that rocks the pines to sleep; Black swans against a yellow moon; the wail Of seagulls flashing white above the deep. A nodding crimson rose; a lonely bird Singing its little heart out in the rain; The clasp of tiny velvet arms; the smile Of one who's travelled far, and home again. That upward glance of perfect, trusting faith, That Heaven has put in . little children's eyes; That look of peace, that quiet in a face Whose' years are spent, and close to Paradise — ,Of all the beauteous things this old world holds, To charm the wond'ring eye, or move a tear, It is the simple pageantry of earth I love the most as year creeps after - year. rr-Jennie Wain, Auckland,
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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXI, Issue 21716, 3 February 1934, Page 6 (Supplement)
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169A Quiet Corner New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXI, Issue 21716, 3 February 1934, Page 6 (Supplement)
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