VAGRANT VERSE
WINTER. To thy lovea haunt return, my happy Muse; For now, behold, the joyous Winter days. Frosty, succeed; and through the blue serene, For sight too fine, the ethereal Niter Hies. . . . All Nature feels (he renovating force Of Winter, only to the thoughtless eye In ruin seen. The frost-concocted Glebe. . . • Gathers vigour for the coming year; A stronger Glow sits on (he lively check Of ruddy fire; and luculent along The purer Rivers flow, their .sullen deeps Transparent, open to the Shepherd’s gaze. And murmur hoarser at the fixing frost. From "The Seasons,” by James Thomson,
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Southland Times, Issue 18850, 16 June 1920, Page 4
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98VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 18850, 16 June 1920, Page 4
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