THE NIGHT.
By
Wilfrid
Thorley
I'm sorry when the sun is gone From this good carth we play upon, But that he lifts, as he goes by, The curtain of the wide blue sky. For then I see the pearl-stream run In beauty fairer than the sun, And shooting stars, as though God’s tree Shook with glad angels in their glee, And all the boughs, with laughter blow, Dropped blossom after blossom down.
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Radio Record, Volume I, Issue 28, 27 January 1928, Page 15
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73THE NIGHT. Radio Record, Volume I, Issue 28, 27 January 1928, Page 15
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