VAGRANT VERSE
CROW’S NEST. (White Mountains, 1875.) Building our beacon fire, we spread our feast On the bare cliff high up against the sky; Eastward a few lone clouds went sailing by, , . As more and more the sunset glow increased, And every sound of bird and leaf had ceased; Far down below, we could the stream espy, . , Seeming at rest all motionless to he; And we from every burden seemed released. Range beyond range, we saw the wooded heights; And far away, backed against pale gold. Their rightful lords—unspeakable delights 1 — Their purple splendour sturdily uphold, 'While, climbing slow, the moon and eve’s first star Led every thought to heights more cool and far. —From “A Book of Poems,” by. Jahn , W. Chadwick. !
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Southland Times, Issue 21362, 7 April 1931, Page 6
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123VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 21362, 7 April 1931, Page 6
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