"THE LAND OF NOD."

Wairarapa Age, Volume XXV, Issue 10713, 6 September 1913, Page 2

"THE LAND OF NOD."

'Come, cuddle your head on ray shoulder, dear r Your head like the golden-rod, , And we will go sailing away from here To the beautiful Land of Nod. Away from life's hurry, and flurry, and worry, Away from earth's shadows and gloom, To a world of fair weather we'll lioat off together Where roses are always in bloom. Just shut up your eyes, and fold your hands, Your hands like the leaves of a rose, And we will go sailing to those fair lands That never an atlas shows On the North and the West they are bounded by rest, On the South and the East by dreams ; 'Tie the country ideal; where nothing' is real, But everything only seems. Just drop down the curtains of your dear eyes, Those eyes like a bright blue-hell, And we will sail out under starlit j skies To the land where the fairies dwell, j Down the river of asleep our barque shall sweep, - Till it reaches tli'at mystical isle Which no man hath seen, hut where all have been. And ihere we will pause awhile, 1 will croon you a song as we float along, To that shore that is blessed of God. Then Tib! for that fair land, we're oft' for that rare land. That beautiful land of Nod. Ella' Wheeler Wilcox.