PEDLAR'S PACK.
"Lore is no huckster; that is mine is thine.*! CROWNING MERCY. 0 Vale of Healing, God was good to me When to Thy solitude from out the press Sudden He sent me—why, I dared not guess. 1 know but 't was His will, and joyfully Took staff and wallet, and set forth heartfree ; Behind me —Home; before—tho Wildor> ness! Yet, sitting here at gaze, alone, I bless Tho Voice, tho Hand that guided me toj Thoo. I sit at gaze; softly the fetters slip; My Soul uncramps; I cease to feel, t« think; Being dissolves; the cruel, age-long- grip Of Form is loosed; away to nothing shrink The World's tremendous issues. To rny lip God offers Life's elixir, and I drink. Marsyas.
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Otago Witness, Issue 3292, 18 April 1917, Page 3
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124PEDLAR'S PACK. Otago Witness, Issue 3292, 18 April 1917, Page 3
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