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EQUITY

(For the N.Z. Tablet.) The thrush is the lord of the wild, Is it fair in his kingdom's fold, In the very waste of the wild, To madden the mountain thrush ''.-.. With the lilt of thy heedless gold, Till he mourns in the sunset hush? Think, in thy soul, is it fair?. The thrush holds the heart of the hills, • -' Is it just of thee, in thy grace, To lift in the heart of the hills "-4 That mighty human note ■ •.;.... That begins with a reedy race :? And ends with a sob in the throat? ' Think, in thy soul, is it just? - ~\l. —Eileen Duggan.

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New Zealand Tablet, 11 October 1917, Page 39

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EQUITY New Zealand Tablet, 11 October 1917, Page 39

EQUITY New Zealand Tablet, 11 October 1917, Page 39