VAGRANT VERSE
THE OHETI ANTHOLOGY. 461—THE WIND COMES DOWN. (Written for the Southland Times). The wind comes down from the snowy hills And it blows chill across the, land, The clean cold wind, like a lad that wills All things shall suit his heart and hand. The stubborn breath is in our faces, The bracing words are to us shouted. Why should we envy the tender races Who in the heat are spoiled and routed? Why should we ask for sheltered beaches, With day-long sun and tepid water, With never urge in all its reaches To stir a Viking’s son or daughter. —Southerner. Invercargill, July '29, 1932.
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Southland Times, Issue 21774, 1 August 1932, Page 6
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107VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 21774, 1 August 1932, Page 6
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