The Home Circle.
SUSPENSE. Without I sit in the sun, Within he lies in bis pain ; The little school children run Merrily down the lane, A rosebud of health each one. Within, he lies in his pain ; Without, I sit in the sun. The sun is hot here without, Beating on brow and breast ; The swifts go crying about The straw-thatched human nest, And faint rings the children’s shout; I’or the voice of an unknown guest My sick heart sickens without. He lies within in his pain ; Without, I sit in the sun; Through young grass sweet with the rain, Robin and black bird run, They flute for my friend in rain! I sit without in the sun; Within he lies in his pain. Ada Smith.
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Southern Cross, Volume 7, Issue 9, 11 June 1898, Page 7
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126The Home Circle. Southern Cross, Volume 7, Issue 9, 11 June 1898, Page 7
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