TO A VOICE.
Oh, sweet young girlish voice t That bids my heart rejoice As doth the lark's blithe carol on a blue and sunuy day : I hear it laughing — singing, Its happy music flinging As lavishly as petals from the blosaom'd boughs of May. Ob, soft endearing voice ! If I might have my choice Thy tones shojuld cheer me living and should mourn above me dead — Thy love-notes gently streaming Thro' my waking and my dreaming Like a brooklet's murmuring ripple o'er its flowerfringed bed. Methinks thou art the voice Of spiritual joys That fill the purple heavens with a rapturebreathing strain ! I listen, and a glory Of fancies floats before me, And the world and all its vanities are blotted from my brain ! May 1597. — H. J. B.
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Otago Witness, Issue 2258, 10 June 1897, Page 41
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130TO A VOICE. Otago Witness, Issue 2258, 10 June 1897, Page 41
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