VAGRANT VERSE
THE ORETI ANTHOLOGY. 593.—THE SILENT TROOP. (Written for the Southland Times.) Even their names will find no utterance, And -all their work be lost in a dead land Where no tradition lives, where no advance Can leave its tide-mark on the seedless sand.
Even their crimes are all forgotten, gone Into the limbo of the dusty past, Their loves and hates no longer brood upon A lusty earth, now rudely overcast.
Yet they walked here and here, they crowd about Our footpath way, nameless and less than names, While we within the market-place must shout Our futile slogans and. our idle claims.
The silent troop upon the noisy street Who take no room, nor crush us, nor compete.
—SOUTHERNER. Invercargill, February 18, 1935.
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Southland Times, Issue 22510, 19 February 1935, Page 6
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125VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 22510, 19 February 1935, Page 6
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