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RETURN TO EARTH.

I have no fear at last to be Home with her that cradled me, Nor shall my being shrink to blend With her dark being in the end, — So one we are, so well I know The bounty of the heart below, , Her holy love. Have I not heard The lonely and prophetic word Her hushed hills and valleys keep Locked in their eternal sleep I In Bethlehem, in buried days, So the sacred story says, Out of her ancient dream awoke The elemental heart, and spoke Such thunder in the ears of men As echoes ever after, —then Closed her lips in sleep again. —John Hall Wheelock, in the Forum.

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Otago Witness, Issue 3828, 26 July 1927, Page 74

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RETURN TO EARTH. Otago Witness, Issue 3828, 26 July 1927, Page 74

RETURN TO EARTH. Otago Witness, Issue 3828, 26 July 1927, Page 74