Poetry.
Long ngo in old Granada, when tho Moors wem forced to n" Each man locked hi« homo behind him, Uking in hit flight the key. ITopefully they watched and waited for the time 1o come when they Should Morn from thoir long exile to those homes co far away. Put the mansion* in Granada they had left in all their prime . Vanished, as the years rolled onward, 'neath tho cramHtDg touch of time. Liko the Moors, we all have dwellings where wp vainly lonp to bo. And Ihronph all life's changing phases ever fast we hold the key. ojr fairy country lies behind as; wo are exiles, too, in trulh. For no more shall we behold her. Our GranaJft'i name is Youth. We have our delusive day-dreams, and rejoice whfn, now and then, Some fid heartntring ntirs within us, and we fed cur youth again. " Wp iko young," wo cry triumphant, thrilled with old-time joy and glee. Thfn the rtrenm fades slowly, softly, leaving nothing but the keyl Frmc Chandler. —ln the Century.
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Waikato Times, Volume XXV, Issue 2084, 14 November 1885, Page 1 (Supplement)
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174Poetry. Waikato Times, Volume XXV, Issue 2084, 14 November 1885, Page 1 (Supplement)
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