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Waikato Times, Volume 114, Issue 19010, 29 July 1933, Page 11 (Supplement)

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SOLITUDE. The shadow of a orag was on my birth And on my youth the shadow of a pine. High In a bleak niche of the faulted earth Long mysteries of solitude were mine. Old Mount Dolores In her austere shawl Was my strict foster mother. From . her frost Tho cold doom of a desolate waterfall Poured thunder down the Valley of the Lost. There voices babbled not, but every sound Was sharp and certain. On the lonely sleep Stern men, not of the multitude, I found With strong, grave faces worth a memory’s keep. By forest disciplines that I have known, If need be 1 can dare to stand alone. CLIFFORD J. I,AUBE.

GULLS. “Pattern of wings aivl of silver on bine Rhythm of waves and the joy of their flinging, Swirling and movement and deep lapis hue Up to my eyes their enchantment are bringing. “Wind in my hair and the sun in my heart— Iligil on Ihe fore-deck’s staunch rail 1 am leaning. None of the beauties we’ve seen from Ihc s’lart

Equal this loveliness, soaring, careening. “Cities and citadels, mountains and bay Fade insignificant, lost in my dreaming. Yours is Hie picture indelibly slays—- " Wings against water exultantly gleaming.’’ -—Leonora Owsley Herman.