The Message
Dim shadows lengthen to a purple twilight Of velvet moths' wings, unspoilt loveliness. „ , The dew-drenched, air lies tense. It, too, is hen rind Dear ghost* of former song and Joyousness. / . _ , wise men once, we humbly bring our treasures . . . Gifts for home, and parcels overseas . Christmas trees . . . the jog of children s laughter , , , And those dear words, "Unto the least of these ..." , . We, who have known a prophecy unfolding, Who scan the centuries as from a page Of Time's great story, in our bold presumption Dare to trace the meaning of our age. Yet only this u>e know amid the chaos, When day and night Death shrieks from earth ami shy . . . There is one Hung that humans cannot The Christmas spirit CAS SOT, WILL not die. The mile hills rejoice and sing their tidings, The night stoops down to hiss them. Can it he Thai at the foot I hear sweet Christmas carols, While at the top stands but a lonely tree? —Prize-winning poem by Eleanor Mllson (16).
—Original sketch, by Bernice Rowell (14) D.M.B.G
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New Zealand Herald, Volume 80, Issue 24775, 24 December 1943, Page 3
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176The Message New Zealand Herald, Volume 80, Issue 24775, 24 December 1943, Page 3
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