OVER THE KELBURN HILL

Dominion, Volume 12, Issue 51, 25 November 1918, Page 5

OVER THE KELBURN HILL

Gver the Itelburn Hill I came, Swinging along on the upland path. Overhead were the grey clouds, big with rain Leaving the roads where the puddles elione under tho lamps. Twilight was deepening into night And the hill loomed dark in front. Dim was the read, and the broombrusbes huddled black. Then, in the swirl of the wind, I topped the hill And below ehone the lamps of the town— (The ugly little town penned by its shepherding hills.) Gold lamps, magic lamps, strings of fairy lights; Glinting threads intermingling; Daring, little twinkles, running up the hills; Golden pebbles of light on the shore of the bay: Lights of Wellington Town, Seen from a wind-swept hill, when darkness falls. Have you seen them? Come in a lonely hour, in tho austero light, And stand with the wind awhile. Then you will walk very slowly down the hill Wonder-wrapt in tho beauty of familiar things. —M.L.N., in "The Spike" (Victoria College magazine). '