THE STREAM
Out of the forest’s bosom, Out of the shady glen, Down through the mountain passes, Down through the haunts of men, I travel, crooning, chanting, chattering tirelessly. I had my birth in the mountain, I left it long ago, In an age I may return there. Onward, now, I must go Travelling, crooning, chanting chattering tirelessly. Down to the deep, wide w T hale bay, Into the spumey deep. Till I am merged’ in the ocean And lulled in the arms of sleep, Drowsing, crooning, chanting, sighing restful] y. — — s' —od XVn w.n -
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Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 233, 21 December 1927, Page 6
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95THE STREAM Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 233, 21 December 1927, Page 6
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