VAGRANT VERSE
GOD MADE YOU WHAT YOU ARE. God made you what you arc, 'Phat you mat be As lustrous beaming star Shedding o’er sea, Its gentle cheering ray, That they who go Across ite breast their way, May surely know. I God made you what you are, A flow’ret fair, j But- one time cannot mar, ' Or ill impair. All pure and good and sweet Blooms rich and free, Within, as flowers around your feet, On broidered lea. ‘ God made you what you are! Thank God for you, Whose heart-chords, bar by bar, Ring clear and true. As music swelled on tyre, By gentle breeze, Or strains of feathered choir, Mid forest trees. God made you what you are, And when you fare Beyond the harbour-bar, Your head shall bear. TTie golden crown bestowed By Him above, On all whose bosom glowed. With tender love. God made you what you are That you ma>' be, As lustrous (teaming star, That guides o’er -sea, And you—you are my guide, And still will be, When I have crossed the tide, And shadows flee. Robert Franck Binff, October 3.
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Southland Times, Issue 19655, 4 October 1922, Page 4
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187VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 19655, 4 October 1922, Page 4
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