THE THREE VOICES
The waves have a story to tell me. As I lie on the lonely beach, Chanting aloft in the pine-tops. The wind has a lesson to teacn ’ But the stars throng out in their g * I cannot put into speech. The waves tell of ocean spaces, Of hearts that are wild and brave, Of populous city places, Of desolate shores they lave; Of men who sally in quest of E° To sink in an ocean grave. The wind is a mighty roamer; He bids me keep me free, Clean from the taint of the goldHardy and pure as he; Cling writh my love to nature As a child to the mother-knee. But the start throng out in their And they sing of the God in m ’ They sing of the mighty Master Of the loom His fingers span. Where a star or a soul is a pari whole, • ~n And weft in the wondrous P ia Here by the camp-fire’s flicker, Deep in my blanket curled, , m I long for the peace of the pine-S When the scroll of the Lord furled, s iient, And the wind and the wave ar r. And world is singing to worm. —Robert W. Service. “Taffy,” the nickname for * man, is simply a diminutive to Courage ennobles humanitythe splendid fruit of all sublina fice. _
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Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 59, 1 June 1927, Page 14
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223THE THREE VOICES Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 59, 1 June 1927, Page 14
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