A WIRELESS DREAM

Radio Record, Volume I, Issue 11, 30 September 1927, Page 13

A WIRELESS DREAM

(Written for the

"Radio Record,’')

I grasped the mystic diai one day And as I turned it round There caine to me from oui the air An unexpected sound, I heard the swirl of water~The ocean's deafening roar~The crashing of the billows On the shores of Labrador, Again I turned the dial, That wircless fairy wand, 7 _ And heard the church bells ringing In the dear old Motherland. And then I heard the pibroch,The rippling of the rills; And the laugh of bonnie lassies Away on Scottish hills, And still I turned the dial, Ang across the Arclic snow Could hear the grinding iccbergs; The breaking of the floe. From out Brazilian forests Floaling sweetly on the breeze, Came the trills of feathered songsters And the rustling of the irces. Australia then came in the range And from its wide-spread plains, I heard the bleating of the sheep The rushing of the trains. From out the either then I heard, Sweet strains of melody~ The singing of the darkies, Way down in Tennessec, I heard the wild beasts roaring In far Mashonaland, And the slampede of the cattle Down on the Rio Grande. In tite dense dariz Indian jungle The panthers steallhy tread; The chattering of the monkeys In ihe high trees overhcad. The clashing of the cymbals: The beating of a gong In an ancient Chinese joss-house In far away Hong-Kong, The strains of wondrous music then Unknown delights did bring, T’was of most exquisite sweetnessFor [ heard the .angels sing. Then the sound of myriad voices. And my heart beal hord and fast, For I listened to the voices Of the spirits of the past. + " a The mysiic spell was broken: T turned the dial again But all was still and silent T turned and turned in vais, And now I often wonder As 1 gaze into lhe blue, If in ihe distant fulure That dream will e’er come true,

W. F.

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