IN WAR TIME.
W© dare not seek a refuge now "With low and base desire, But to the rugged mountain's brow Our spirits would aspire. The splendour of the risen sun Doth, burnish all his snow, And from his gorges deep and dun His torrents rumble slow. About his base the seas are spread—■ The hollow-sounding brine— High arched about his awful head The opal dome divine. Whenever by night the cloudy hosts Brood where his flanks are riven, We hoar the passioning of ghosts Shut out from hell or heaven. With these our vigil we would keep, How hollow the night winds moan, —■ And count the ages, creep and creep Till God attains His own. But oft by night the faithful stars Burn where his "brow is riven. God watches through these hideous wars. Look up from hell to heaven. —Cii/umEs Oscab Palmer.
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Otago Witness, Issue 3239, 12 April 1916, Page 77
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144IN WAR TIME. Otago Witness, Issue 3239, 12 April 1916, Page 77
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