VAGRANT VERSE
FOREST FAITH. (Written for the Southland Times.) Weary of fruitless delving after light In tangled theory, and prejudice Of groping minds, which mark no goal in sight, I seek the forest way where quiet is. The twining branches hold a sweet content; Nothing they breathe of sophistry or doubt. Tlte faith of ages in their leaves is pent—• A green door shutting speculation out. Here dies a mind’s unrest! At every turn The forest teaches its philosophy: The calm obedience of flower and fern, The quiet confidence of vine and tree. C.H.W. Southland, May, 1929.
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Southland Times, Issue 20771, 11 May 1929, Page 6
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97VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 20771, 11 May 1929, Page 6
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