WHEN SLEEP WONT COME.
Think of rivers running slow Through the fields of long ago; Think of gardens green and cool, Lilac walk and sunken pool. Think of wind on any hill; Think of moor lands clean and chill Lit by gorse and golden rod; Think of stars—then think of God. —Fay Inchfawn, in “ From a Quiet Room.”
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Star (Christchurch), Issue 18046, 5 January 1927, Page 11
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58WHEN SLEEP WONT COME. Star (Christchurch), Issue 18046, 5 January 1927, Page 11
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