THE GREY WITCH
The Grey Witch stood o’er the trembling soul, And chanted its fate from her mystic scroll—- “ You shall have homes, but never a home; You shall have loves, but never a love; “You shall have friends, but never a friend.” The mother moaned as she stirred in her bed, And looked at the child. “’Tis acctirsed.” she said. —Breeze of Morning (Kathleen PTarvey).
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Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 285, 22 February 1928, Page 6
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66THE GREY WITCH Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 285, 22 February 1928, Page 6
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