THE CALL OF THE OPEN
When you hear the call of the open roacT, And the song of the rolling hills— The rippling laughter of a sparkling stream, As it tumbles o’er rocks-and rills— When you hear the whisper of a tali pine tree, As he juggles with shafts of light— The song of a thrush, the drone of a bee, Or the hoot of an owl by night—Wild poppies and lupin in tumbled array, Nodding their heads in the breeze, Then going to sleep at the close of the day When the fog comes in from the seas— When you hear the call of the open road. And you’re weary with labour and strife—Just close up the doors of your town abode And roll out vUcre li/c is life.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 248, 10 January 1928, Page 6
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130THE CALL OF THE OPEN Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 248, 10 January 1928, Page 6
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