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Alexandra Herald and Central Otago Gazette, Issue 445, 27 October 1904, Page 8

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With nothing but ware? to seaward And the grim recks toward the land, Tfcf roll of the black clouds over. .V *Cnd tht breakers on every hand; ' Tae night come? down on the ocean '• >dtd we climb the winding slalr Mpee that our lights are piercing VBt thlck'ning. foggy air. -v Far up at the mouth of tha river Beyend the narrow beach .The last of the home lights twinkle - And sink away from our retch. •More on a rock In the desert Of tumbling and tossing tide; ~- - The nation's outer signal To wanderer* far and wide. Alone, and we wonder dimly If the foghorn reaches the shore tar pierces the outer stretch** That tumble and toss evermore. * Fftfatoance in the little village ' Seme flsherwlfe wakes in the night And peers from her smoky window: To see if we're shining bright; •/ 7 Or out on the tossing billows A helmsman watch** our light, --». 'A thousand souls In his keeping As they rush through the patbicM night Alone on a rock In the desert And hungry for those on shore, i The aweams of the gulls and broeJcera Arouxd us forevermore. •-J. Otis Swift, is Lewlaton Bveoeng Jour*