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THE COMMON STREET

The common street climbed up against the sky, Grey meeting grey, and wearily to and fro I saw the patient, common people go, Each with his sordid burden trudging by. And the rain dropped; there was not any sigh Or stir of a live wind; dull, dull and slow, All motion; as a tale told long ago The faded world; and creeping night drew nigh. Then burst the sunset, flooding far and fleet, Leavening the whole of life with magic leaven. Suddenly down the long, wet glistening hill Pure splendour poured—and lo! the common street, A golden highway into golden heaven, With the dark shapes of men ascending still. —•Helen Gray. Cone.

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Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 119, 10 August 1927, Page 6

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115

THE COMMON STREET Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 119, 10 August 1927, Page 6

THE COMMON STREET Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 119, 10 August 1927, Page 6