Farthest West

Radio Record, Volume II, Issue 24, 28 December 1928, Page 12

Farthest West

"I will go,’ I said, "to the farthest West To find a haven of peace and rest." Therefore I fled to the edge of the map And what should I strike, by a strange mishap, . But the closing day of the annual fair, Ang O! the crowds and the tumult there, Honking motors that packed the street, Trumpets that brayed and drums that beat, And I cried, "What use is it here to stay?" ; But that was before I had seen the Bay. And it’s O! the blue of the Western sky And the blue of the Western sea, The subtle charm of that. anctent land Where the long waves break on the white shell-sand Gem clear as beryls be, And the white gulls flash in the suntit air! Never was English scene more fait. Magical days too quickly fled! 7 Fate hauled tight on the horrid thread Lhat drew me back to the town again dnd je toil of which I was far from ain. And ‘the clouds of the West hung dark and low, And wept, as I thought, to see me go. But though London Town seems grey and chill ; The charm of the West is with me still. Here is the City’s pulsing heart There’s a voice that calls to me, And even now as I close my eves I can see the shores where the: great _ cliffs rise High o’er the sapphire sea And far dway where sea meets sky To every land great ships go by.

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