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(IJy Robert. Njithan)
It is but right that we should take This little town for freedom's sake Whose people, innocent, Being but few and mild,, And trusting heaven— The old man worn and bent, The farmer with his sons— Torn by the German guns The mother and her child From their home driven—It i.s but just that there should rise, At pcace beneath our Western skies. From out the hearts of l'rec-born men, This little town again. Where still the farmer's horn, Lonely and, thin, Will call the cattle in Across the prairie corn And that there still should be The quiet church, the school, The willow-shadowed pool, The children by the. tree — Again the shining whole. Then let. this gentle spot, )5y Heaven's mercy free, Forever celebrate Not cruelty or hate., Or him that gave them birth, (Who shall not be forgot) But man's eternal soul,, Yet wider than the earth, And deeper than the sea. Herald Tribune.
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Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 6, Issue 52, 2 March 1943, Page 2
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160LIDICE Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 6, Issue 52, 2 March 1943, Page 2
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