Spring
Written for the “Times” Last night I heard the first thrush — yes, A-top of yonder straight, young fir He sang , light-poised; / scarce could guess Whether tree-top or bird it were. To-day I woke when all was dim. To winds that rush, to -waves that roared, But through the hurl that perfect hymn In ecstasy oblivious soared. So in the rush and roar of time The free, bright spirit in my breast —-Janica Cahill. Dunedin.
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New Zealand Times, Volume LIII, Issue 12507, 24 July 1926, Page 12
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75Spring New Zealand Times, Volume LIII, Issue 12507, 24 July 1926, Page 12
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