VAGRANT VERSE
A LONE SONG. (Written for the Southland Times). Give me your hand, dear love, Give me your hand! Of all the world you understand The mystery That is the soul of me! Draw near to me, dear love, Draw near to me! This life holds no reality Like that caress Which on my lips you press. The warmth of noon, dear love, The warm of noon, Like life will pass from us too soon; The shadows rise As day doth close his eyes. The night is near, dear love, The night is near, But you and I have nought to fear—» A little while We’ll play with stars and smile. What is a world, dear love, What is a world? An atom on the ether hurled To slowly die. But what care you and I! Your hand in mine, dear lov» Your hand in mine! Let all the starry beams decline— Can Time dismiss \ One moment of this bliss? —Shaup Invercargill. J’ipe *
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Southland Times, Issue 18963, 9 June 1923, Page 4
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164VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 18963, 9 June 1923, Page 4
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