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Timaru Herald, Volume XCVIII, Issue 15162, 4 October 1913, Page 3

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THE SONG OF THE SOUTH WIND

Now rouse ye, all ye little riUs, I come to end your sleep 1 Make music in the silent hills, Tinkle, and run, and leap! How merrily you'll langh and sing When you have heard the news I bring Behind me—listen I—comes the Spring. iWake, lakes and ponds that dormant lie Fowyou must mirror soon Soft silvery clouds, and budding boughs And the white April moon! Rouse all the little frogs that sleep Cradled so coldj cradled so deep, And tell them they must- learn to sing Their sweet, high song to greet the Spring I Poor, ice-bound rivers, mute and white, I come to set yon free I Glide oorn r glad rivers, day and night, And find your goal, the sea! Whisper my tidings, as you go, To vines and branches, bending low; And river-reeds beneath the snow. For up from the south, through the heaven's deep hollow, [With glad wings about her, and bright to follow, [With bluebird and whitethroat and robin and swallow, Comes to us—listen! —the Spring! —Maud Going, in "St. Nicholas."