THE HUNTER.
+ Beyond tlie blue, the purple seas, Beyond the thin horizon's liue. Beyond Antilla, Hebrides, Jamaica, Cuba. Caribbees, There lies the land of Yucatan. The land, tho land of Yucatan, The low coast breaking into foam, The dim hills where my thoughts shall The forests of my boyhood's home. The, splendid dream of Yucatan! I met tliee first long, long ago, Turning a printed papee. and 1 Stared at a world T did not know And felt my blood like fire flow At that strange name of Yucatan. 1 have forgotten what, T saw. 1 have forgotten what I knew. And many lands I've pet sail for To find that, marvellous spell of yore. Never to pet foot on thy shore O haunting land of Yucatan! —W. J Turner.
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Star (Christchurch), Issue 16662, 18 February 1922, Page 15
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130THE HUNTER. Star (Christchurch), Issue 16662, 18 February 1922, Page 15
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