Verse for To-day
Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more! My ear is pained, My soul is sick with every day’s report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled. Ther is no flesh in man’s obdurate heart, ' It does not feel for man; the natural bond Of brotherhood is severed as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. From “ The Task,” by Wm, Cowper, 1731-1800.
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Otago Daily Times, Issue 27058, 18 April 1949, Page 1
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92Verse for To-day Otago Daily Times, Issue 27058, 18 April 1949, Page 1
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