THE HOMING OF THE SPIRIT
Far from our tumult and our wars, Beyond the moonbeams and the stars, Beyond the sunset and the suns, My homing spirit eager runs. Not here in houses built of clay, Not in the duties of the day, It finds its high emprise and home, But wandereth as aliens roam. O ! Shadow on Life's curtains thrown ! May—when the Prologue all is done— The curtains rise, and show me clear Home!—and my Father very near! —W. J. Brown
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Waikato Times, Volume 127, Issue 21194, 17 August 1940, Page 11 (Supplement)
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82THE HOMING OF THE SPIRIT Waikato Times, Volume 127, Issue 21194, 17 August 1940, Page 11 (Supplement)
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