Poetry.
"I Note None but the Woudles--Hours." There stands in tho garden of old St. Marc A sun-dial, quaint and gray, And it tikes no heed of the hours that dark Pass over it day by day. It has stood for ages among the flower, 1 ?, In the land of sky and song ; 11 1 note none but the cloudless hours," Its motto the wholo day long. So let my heart in this garden of life Its calendar cheerfully keep, Taking no note of the sorrow and strife, Which in shadow across it creep. Content to dwell in this land of ours, In the hope that is twin with love, And remember none but the cloudless hours Till the day-star dawn from above. — William Crosswcll Boanc.
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Poverty Bay Herald, Volume X, Issue 2026, 15 September 1883, Page 1 (Supplement)
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126Poetry. Poverty Bay Herald, Volume X, Issue 2026, 15 September 1883, Page 1 (Supplement)
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