VAGRANT VERSE
RETURN TO EARTH. I have no fear at last to be Home with her that cradled me, Nor shall my being shrink to blend With her dark being in the end, — So one we are, so well I know The bounty of the heart below, Her holy love. Have I not heard The lonely and prophetic word Her hushed hills and valleys keep Locked in their eternal sleep! In Bethlehem, in buried days, So the sacred story says, Out of her ancient dream awoke The elemental heart, and spoke Such thunder in the ears of men As echoes ever after, —then Closed her Ups in sleep again—By John Hall Wheelock in The Forum,
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Southland Times, Issue 20206, 17 June 1927, Page 6
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115VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 20206, 17 June 1927, Page 6
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