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Thoughts

Such rare, exquisite moments I hatt | known. j A cloud, like a white bird, cleaved ! the mom, And I was startled lest such looeli- ; ness _ i Should be a pale mirage, and not j the dawn. j When I withdraw within my secret self, No falling flower, no light and fluttering leaf Brushes the splendid temple of my thoughts, f . No silken-smooth or amber-tinted thief. Circling my head in the blue summer air, Can bid me follow those enchanted wings, Nor candles flowering in the purple duskThoughts are to me such very precious things. —Esther Griffin.

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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXV, Issue 23169, 15 October 1938, Page 6 (Supplement)

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Thoughts New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXV, Issue 23169, 15 October 1938, Page 6 (Supplement)

Thoughts New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXV, Issue 23169, 15 October 1938, Page 6 (Supplement)