THE RESERVE.
(WiHTTBN FOB THE PRESS.) Of all the ocean of forest A shred only Remains in a valley deep, dark, and apart, Small and lonely. Yet all is there— Every- shade of green, Pine, fern, liane, and the region bird, Safe and serene. > Of all those millions A unit survives, Complete with rioting mosses, and lichens aflame, and myriads Of hidden lives.
So, however fierce and high The vulgar tide upswelis, within some shrunken sanctuary of the sou!, intact, The godhead dwells. —A.W.
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Press, Volume LXIV, Issue 19268, 24 March 1928, Page 13
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84THE RESERVE. Press, Volume LXIV, Issue 19268, 24 March 1928, Page 13
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