Children’s Verse
BLUEBELLS I could fall down and worship. 1 have seen Bluebells beneath the spreading trees. Great tides of amethyst chasing a blue Too deep to name. Splashes of sunlight, pools of purple Shot with emerald green And birds praising the beauty With such shouts of joy Their songs were colour and the flowers song. I could fall down and worship. I have seen Bluebells beneath the spreading trees. —Lucia C. Coulson. LITTLE STREAMS OF ENGLAND The little streams of England have no voices, Yet they sing songs Of the opal crescent of the new moon Rising above them, And the glittering galaxies of stars. The blue and white swathes of the heavens Lie in their hearts, And the green water meadows, brushed with The bright gold of buttercups, The leap of the lark’s song ripples in their bosoms. Rosy crimson of sallows stains their I quiet waters, [ Reflecting the poplars that brush the | encompassing sky. * The little streams of England have no voices, Yet they sing songs. —E.V.R. Peace, like plain dealing, is somewhat out of fashion. Yet peace is desirable, and plain dealing is a jewel.—Anon.
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Waikato Times, Volume 127, Issue 21248, 19 October 1940, Page 14 (Supplement)
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189Children’s Verse Waikato Times, Volume 127, Issue 21248, 19 October 1940, Page 14 (Supplement)
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