VAGRANT VERSE
THE HOLLYFORD VALLEY. (Written for The Southland Times.) Why should you in your gloomy pride From us all your beauty hide; Forever veil from mortal sight The glories of your snowy height? So even we the sons of men Drive our roadway through your glen. We would stand and dream our dream, Watch your silver lines agleam. As the waters from you pour, Flowing from your snowy store. Fascinated watch each stream Falling through your mantle green Leaping towards your sullen floor. ' Yes even we the sons of men Drive our roadway through your glen! But do not fear, we never stay We travellers on our feet of clay, We linger but a little space, Ere night it falls upon our day, To gaze with awe upon your face Then shadowlike we pass away. . —G. R. Woodlands, September 13, 1934.
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Southland Times, Issue 22433, 21 September 1934, Page 6
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142VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 22433, 21 September 1934, Page 6
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