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THE SPINNER.

A beggar blind, she sat upon a stone ' Within the market-place. Amid tbe surging crowd she spun, alone, A smile upon her face; MDne. paused and spake to her m wondering tone: '!".'..' "Why do you smile?", he said. "The people jostle and the winds are cold; Thy hopeless eyes are blind; Thy garments are too meagre far, and old, To fend thee from the wind;' Thou hast no silver m thy. purse, nor gold, But beggest for thy bread." v "I am not cold," she" said: "my heart is warm, ' I do not feel the .blast." "But hearken to-the raging of the storm ! * The sun, is, overcast!" . "I sit and spin," she said, "secure from harm, '.'.-,'. -\, '■' And think upon the Light. >•' "I do not see the squalor and the sin,'.' She said, "that flaunt so near; Instead, my brooding gaze is turned v:"thin, And music soft I bear— The voices of the stars — and spin and spin A garment strangely bright, A cloth of gold to wrap my soul within When it is night" — Celia Myrover Robinson, m Munsey's Magazine.

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Poverty Bay Herald, Volume XXXIV, Issue 11126, 27 July 1907, Page 3 (Supplement)

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THE SPINNER. Poverty Bay Herald, Volume XXXIV, Issue 11126, 27 July 1907, Page 3 (Supplement)

THE SPINNER. Poverty Bay Herald, Volume XXXIV, Issue 11126, 27 July 1907, Page 3 (Supplement)