O, SOUL OF MINE, THY GOD IS HERE.
On hill, in dale, or lonely bower, Garlanded with bush Or scented flower, Love comes in whispers — speaking clear, 0 soul of mine, thy God is herel On mighty seas, expansive oceans, Earth's bounds sWeeping-wild, Testless, Yet inward speaking — hush — every fear motions, ^ O soiil of mine, thy God is herel Conflicts fierce with loud clamour ragxng Each host's might and power engaging, Over the field — coming — drawing near, O soul of mine, thy God is herel Daylight fading. Home bells are calling, Down through the vale soft shades now fallxng, Music rxnging, rich notes of good cheer, O soul of mine, thy God is. herel — Major W. F. Woulds.
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Hawke's Bay Herald-Tribune, Volume 81, Issue 55, 27 November 1937, Page 12
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