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Ladies' Mirror, 1 December 1924, Page 91

THE CITY cA Charming Verse by Ishbel M. Morgan I came up to town to-day Thinking country all the way. Dreaming, in the busy street, Of deep peacefulness complete. Seeing, past the storied tow’rs, Giant ratas, crowned with flow’rs ; Hearing, through the news-hoy’s cry, Brown streams sing as. they leap by. Where the tramcars shriek and rock, Swaying through the crowded block, I could see green barley growing, Like a field of silver flowing; Where the busy, active feet, Treading out the city’s beat, Pass and pass in close array, Hurrying by night and day; 1 could think of lonely roads , Where the hot soft pumice loads; And, in all the straining eyes. Catch one glimpse of youth that flies.