THE LITTLE HERDBOY.
| Where the buttercups so sweet i Dust with gold my naked feet, I Where the grass grows green and long, So I sit here and sing my song, And the brown bird cries "Cuckoo" I Under skies for ever blue! | Now and then while I sing loud Flits a little fleecy cloud. And uplooking I behold How it turns to ruin of gold, Fal ing lightly, while around Comes the stir of its soft sound. Bright above and dim below Is the many-coloured Bow; 'Tis the only light I mark. Till the mountain tops grow dark, l And uplooking, I espy j Shining glowworms in the sky. j —Robert Buchanan.
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Star (Christchurch), Issue 11511, 6 October 1915, Page 4
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113THE LITTLE HERDBOY. Star (Christchurch), Issue 11511, 6 October 1915, Page 4
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