PEDLAR'S PACK.
" Love Is no huckster; that is mine is thine."VINTAGE. Floods of Lovo around Thee like the Sea— The softest Southern Sea that lips the strand Of faery isles; my Warrior, can it be? No more tho lonely pioneer to stand, No moro to feel Thy life-blood slowly drain, While ever weaklier falls Thy labouring hand; No_more tho appalling thought to numb Thy brain That God rides far from Thy forgotten post — Thy desperate valour, death itself vain, vain 1 Suffered Thou hast; yet never gibbering ghost Of ill doth haunt; the bitter memories fade In the wholesomo mirth of Heaven. The mocking host, By tho constraining Godhood of Theo swayed, Listen all reverent to Thy golden voice; And for one friend that left Thee. Thou'rb repaid Ten thousand fold: rejoice, rejoice, rejoice I Mabsyas.
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Otago Witness, Issue 3298, 30 May 1917, Page 3
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136PEDLAR'S PACK. Otago Witness, Issue 3298, 30 May 1917, Page 3
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