FROM A HILLTOP.
There is a wisdom in the love of earth; There is a friendship in the valley’s hand. Say what you will of books and their fine worth. They have no value till we understand. The tree’s huge labour breaking through the soil, The silence of this hill against the sky. the plough that furrows and the seedling's toll, The awful quiet in which oak trees die. They have no value till we sense the surge Of rivers put beneath a forest bed. Of sun and wind and rain whose lives must urge The flower’s breath, the apple’s green to red! •—Bert Cooksley, in the New York Times.
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Otago Witness, Issue 3912, 5 March 1929, Page 72
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110FROM A HILLTOP. Otago Witness, Issue 3912, 5 March 1929, Page 72
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