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Ebb and Flood.

Leaving its foam, its driftwood on the sand, The weary tide retreats—receding slow, As thongh it would resist the Almighty hand That draws it from the land. . Deep rest has fallen round me ; but J know That in far other hollow clefts and oaves The turning waters have begun to flow With surge and murmur low. So with tho tide of years that passes o’er The sands of thix, our life ; the weary waves, Hero ebbing, the flow from another shore, But there shall ebb no more. . . &•?., . —Academy.

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New Zealand Mail, Issue 933, 17 January 1890, Page 4

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Ebb and Flood. New Zealand Mail, Issue 933, 17 January 1890, Page 4

Ebb and Flood. New Zealand Mail, Issue 933, 17 January 1890, Page 4