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Sonnet

EAR not the new, to-morrow gives it age, Let no time-ravelled usage dim your eyes, Fresh vision promises fresh heritage, Young seed springs strongest where old herbage dies. Some cadence which a lonely flute begins, Echoed by horns again, more stridently, Shall yet inspire the waiting violins, And dominant rise to crown a symphony. This seeming ill the future good may be; Old customs, too long cherished, court decay; Time holds no nemesis, his wheel spins free; Set eager fingers to its formless clay, . Yours the design, and yours the tashioning; s O, brave new generation, wake and sing!

Dorothy Ann

Beavis

This article text was automatically generated and may include errors. View the full page to see article in its original form.I whakaputaina aunoatia ēnei kuputuhi tuhinga, e kitea ai pea ētahi hapa i roto. Tirohia te whārangi katoa kia kitea te āhuatanga taketake o te tuhinga.
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https://paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/periodicals/NZLIST19410905.2.64

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New Zealand Listener, Volume 5, Issue 115, 5 September 1941, Page 43

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103

Sonnet New Zealand Listener, Volume 5, Issue 115, 5 September 1941, Page 43

Sonnet New Zealand Listener, Volume 5, Issue 115, 5 September 1941, Page 43

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