THE STRANGER.
A boy you. went from me a year ago, From my embrace into the arms of war, And here returns a man I do not know, A sun-bronzed stranger waiting at my door
"Waiting, with outstretched hands and eager scan, Searching, divining in my upturned face That I who loved the boy must love the man, And oust the cherished first to second place.
And then, -with heart-beat quickened in surprise, A flood of happiness wells up in me; -For, lo! there laughs deep in those tender eyes The spirit of the boy that used to be. —W. S. Tennant.
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Otago Witness, Issue 3327, 19 December 1917, Page 54
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102THE STRANGER. Otago Witness, Issue 3327, 19 December 1917, Page 54
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