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Taranaki Daily News, 18 November 1933, Page 2 (Supplement)

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V. M. Bellamy.)

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There are times, in the heart of the city, When I dream of a valley far, Where a river flows, with a song as it goes, To greet the sea at the bar. I forget-the noise about me, Of the traffic in the street, For I hear naught but the distant roar, Where sea and river meet. I want to go home to the cottage, That stands on the green hillside, The smoke softly curls from the chimney When lights glow at eventide; The grand old hills surround it, Tipped with mist as the twilight falls, And the sound of the sep down the valley, To my soul like an organ calls. No city can ever claim my heart, While the stars are aglearn on high, As long as the grand old hills stand Outlined against the sky; They shelter my home among them, In a valley deep and wide, Where the river flows with a crooning song. To meet the ocean tide.