Peace
Peace has corne to you now, And quietness. Green aisles and happy byways lie at last, Open and calling. Blue hills wait for your voice, The sea for your laughter. Freedom has thrown you her ktss And beckoned her hand. "Here," she calls, "are the days of purple and gold, And the nights of silver. Take them, live them and love them, For they are yours." Gone are the restless yean Of frustrate hopes and dreams, of Wistful eyes, And captive fingers. Down from the waiting hills, Through sunlit aisles And little, laughing byways, where his pipe Made joyous melodies, ' For you to gather when you tread these Ways, Peace has come I —lvy F. Smytheman, Papatoetoe.
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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXV, Issue 23169, 15 October 1938, Page 6 (Supplement)
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118Peace New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXV, Issue 23169, 15 October 1938, Page 6 (Supplement)
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