The Father’s Call
BY JIBS M.i. BAYNE. Through meadow-land, and pasture The children wander far ; Bright on the west horizon, Shines out the vestal star, And far across the dingles We hear our father call: 1 Como, children, hurry homeward, The night is going to fall • • We always found him.waiting, Just where the shadows rude ■ Took shapes of gruesome terror Just starting from the wood, And hurrying, scurrying wildly We’d answer to his call: ‘ Gome children, hurry homeward, The night is going to fall.’ I wonder wi : l he call us When falls the denser mist ? I wonder will he be there, To keep the children’s tryst ? To send acrossdeath’s valley That dear and welcome call: ‘ Come, children, hurry homeward, ■ The night is going to fall.’
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Southland Times, Issue 12771, 2 December 1893, Page 1 (Supplement)
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126The Father’s Call Southland Times, Issue 12771, 2 December 1893, Page 1 (Supplement)
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