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Library of the Deceased

HESE books, perhaps not for you nor me, . Not remote pastures in which to replenish The spirit’s energy: Yet this and more they were to him. Keys that commanded surprising doors, Lights growing out of the void when thought was dim. [BRESE were his windows to the world, Having learnt life he put his books away: y But here he drank, here thrust a torch, Against whatever desert, whatever dark. OT frittered like a breath, But reader turned pilgrim, And wearing amulets wrung from these redoubtable priests, Shall he not prevail -§

To read a radiance on the walls of death?

J. R.

Hervey

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New Zealand Listener, Volume 17, Issue 430, 19 September 1947, Page 13

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Library of the Deceased New Zealand Listener, Volume 17, Issue 430, 19 September 1947, Page 13

Library of the Deceased New Zealand Listener, Volume 17, Issue 430, 19 September 1947, Page 13

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