ADVENTURE.
I walked on the highroad looking for Adventure, I wore a green coat and a cock's feather gay; How could I tell who might come a-riding Or who might be asking to go my way?
I sang in the highroad, the air was sweet with roses, The red-winged blackbirds called o’er the moor, But where was Adventure, why did he tarry, Was my day fading with its gold allure? Weary and bedraggled I came home at nightfall; “Life is a tiresome thing,” was my wailing cry, When there sat Adventure, with a world of heaven Within his hands, and in his heart the laughter of the sky. —Eliz. S. Montgomery.
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Star (Christchurch), Issue 18012, 24 November 1926, Page 14
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111ADVENTURE. Star (Christchurch), Issue 18012, 24 November 1926, Page 14
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