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THE REFUGE

‘XTERNAL to my world the bombers rvar. Whose addled eggs corrupt the listening ear; But I’ve a nest of silence, where I live Against the futtering heart-beat of my love. I T is our place of refuge in a night in which the lights grow dim and flicker out; And here, though moon and stars should cease to work,

Well Ourn one tiny candie in the dark.

Anton

Vogt

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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New Zealand Listener, Volume 25, Issue 649, 7 December 1951, Page 18

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71

THE REFUGE New Zealand Listener, Volume 25, Issue 649, 7 December 1951, Page 18

THE REFUGE New Zealand Listener, Volume 25, Issue 649, 7 December 1951, Page 18

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