THE DAY.
Wonderful, silent, doth it rise--A white fact casting off red dreams — With clear unfathomable eyes Where time, unconquered, gleams. Fools) lacking time to love or pray, Against the body of ite hourPress hurriedly, nor ever stay ' To question of its powers. "This hast thou done," it writes, "and this, And these shall prove that! wo have met," And still we mould, and mar/ and miss, And think we shall forget. We wake, nor think immortal youth From darkness evermore is drawn In -this sweet, aAvful shape of truth That comes with every dawn. We babble of eternal things, . And lo ! Eternity is here, Inscribing God's imaginings Upon the gradual year. Morn after mom unveils ite face, Where on our path of life it stands, (Heaven and Hell, gray doom and grace,' within its open hands. ■- . And when we pass tlie bounds of time, In fear or rapture we shall say, In that unhoured, supernal clime : . "This was, this is, our Day !" — The Spectator.
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Poverty Bay Herald, Volume XXXIV, Issue 11126, 27 July 1907, Page 3 (Supplement)
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165THE DAY. Poverty Bay Herald, Volume XXXIV, Issue 11126, 27 July 1907, Page 3 (Supplement)
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