SOCKS.
Two plain, purl two, It's rittle else a woman can do But bear sons, and watch them grow, Till marching out of her life they go. Knit five, purl one, I doubt if ever a,mother's son In war's cause hacked and cleft, Knows half the liurt of the woman that's left. Slip one, purl eight. There's nothing left but to hope and wait, And the seven tasks of Hercules Would count as little compared with these. Turn, slip, then the heel. Out of sorrow comes haplv weal, But fair times are far away, Aud there's many weep for their men to-day. Cast off, the thing's done! Many a husband and many a son Find death in hapless warj Nor ever know what they fought it for. Two plain, purl two, It's little else a woman can do But bear sous, and watch them grow,. Till inarching out of her life they go. —Nina Murdoch.
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Sun (Christchurch), Volume I, Issue 170, 24 August 1914, Page 3
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155SOCKS. Sun (Christchurch), Volume I, Issue 170, 24 August 1914, Page 3
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