VAGRANT VERSE
WORDLESS SONGS. (Written for the Southland Time*), There is a rhythm in the air: The silent song on wordless lip* Goes out to greet us everywhere, With magic like strange passing ship®. So find we in our work and play Often a tiny unstrung rhyme, A nameless song of yesterday Dimmed by the age-old miets of time. Southerner. Invercargill, July 8.
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Southland Times, Issue 18990, 11 July 1923, Page 4
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63VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 18990, 11 July 1923, Page 4
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