GIFTS
Oh, give me an arch of cloud-flecked ski', A careless wind and free, A sweeping field where a streamlet runs. And you give the best to me. The joy of seeing the buds unfold On a sweet, fresh day in spring. And the power to fathom the secret songs That the winds in the tree-tops sing. Oh, give me the music of crashing waves, The sound of a storm-tossed sea. The power to love and to understand. And you give the best to me. —Red Star <Jean Mclndoe).
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Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 611, 13 March 1929, Page 6
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89GIFTS Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 611, 13 March 1929, Page 6
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