TIME.
Time is a harp That plays till you fall asleep: You are always spending it away Like a music. ... Suddenly you are left alone on a trail of wind. The mountains were asleep Long ago! Listen . . . the tune is changing. . . Do you hear it? You will sleep too Before long. . . Hilda Conklino, in the Touchstone.
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New Zealand Tablet, 14 July 1921, Page 11
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56TIME. New Zealand Tablet, 14 July 1921, Page 11
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