MY FRIEND
PRIZE POEM My heart is singing with your heart, Your voice is ever in my ears; Your joy is mine; I have a part In all your hopes and fears. My love is golden like your love . . . The troubled ocean’s solemn tone, The sighing winds, the stars above Are yours and mine alone. The flying clouds, the stinging rain. The silver dawn, the evening’s blue, Your mirth, your sadness, joy and pain Are mine . . .since I love you. Vera Thornill (aged 14).
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Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 16, 9 April 1927, Page 22
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84MY FRIEND Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 16, 9 April 1927, Page 22
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