VAGRANT VERSE
THE REALM OF NOD. ("Written for the Southland Times.) There is a realm as pure as snow Where fadeless lilies softly blow, A realm that all good children know, The fairy realm of Nod. This fairy realm has dimless skies And when an angel Earthward Hies You see the glory of his eyes In this bright realm of Nod. Encircled by a silver sea Whose waters murmur dreamily, You hear a toothing lullaby When entering into Nod. So shut your eyes, wee lamb, don't peep. But shut them close and fall asleep; God’s holy angels vigil keep In tills sweet realm of Nod. ROBERT FRANCIS. Bluff, June 12.
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Southland Times, Issue 18849, 15 June 1920, Page 4
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110VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 18849, 15 June 1920, Page 4
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