A DAY ON DARTMOOR
Light and shade on the misty moorland, Sunlight, and raindrops glist’ning down. Soft white mist-wreaths rising and falling. Hiding the sca and aistant town. Sweet wet wind from the open spaces Driving the mist-wreaths far away. Burning sun on the rain-soaked mosses _ Where the grey rocks of granite lay. Little stream, with the amber shallows, Singing down to the distant shore. White-winged seagulls circling over, Then away to their home once more. Dear white sheep, with their gentle faces, Cropping grass amid bracken green, Seeking rest in the great tor’s shadow, Sluking thirst in the amber stream. Gleaming road winding. ever upward Where the blue heavens seemed to rest, Glorious vision ceross the valley I'vom the top of that great hill’s crest. Just a day on the open moorland, | But. oh! it’s worth toaheart oppressed! Surely my hand touched the hem of His garnicnts, Receiving His peace and joy and rest. -Nellie IJadden.
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Radio Record, Volume I, Issue 27, 20 January 1928, Page 6
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157A DAY ON DARTMOOR Radio Record, Volume I, Issue 27, 20 January 1928, Page 6
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