THE WANDER-LURE.
The shoft days go, and the long day a come, in my little inland town. The sap will flow from the big sweetgum as the peach blooms flutter down. And the mocking-bird by the garden gate, sings a varied song to his - shy, coy mate, As spriiy comes smiling, all elate—in ray little inland town. Then why should I sigh for the outbound trail from my little inland town ? Why should my eye seek a flapping sail instead of the hill’s green down r For a longing to taste the salt sea spray, breaks over mi heart like a. wave to-day, And a dream-ship beckons ci Away! Away I ” from my little inland town. If I follow on across the seas from my little inland town, Back to Nippon and its mysteries, where the people are small and brown : And if I sat to drink my tea, in the fragrant shade of a cherry tree With a slant-eyed maid to wait on me, far from my inland town— Oh, well I know, how my thoughts would turn to my little inland town !
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Star (Christchurch), Issue 16837, 13 September 1922, Page 10
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184THE WANDER-LURE. Star (Christchurch), Issue 16837, 13 September 1922, Page 10
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