VAGRANT VERSE
SURCEASE. Now comes a little span when farmers rest.* Before the new corn shows each pale, green hill — Before the rank weeds anchor choking roots And fling their poison shade to blight and kill. And horses, out *.o pasture on a knoll, Show broad, white bands across tho shoulders now, Where sweat, and froth beneath each harness strap Gathered like sea foam as they dragged ■the plow. The wood-thrush sees that work is laid aside, And calls forth preludes from his golden horn, Knowing that man deserves a taste of joy For routing hunger with a crop of corn. —By Jay G. Sigmund (U.S.A.).
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Southland Times, Issue 21218, 20 October 1930, Page 6
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106VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 21218, 20 October 1930, Page 6
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