Quietude
What is this life if all the air Is filled wiih roar and crash and blare? No time have we to lie and drowse When sirens shriek the dead to rouse; No time to-watch lambs frisk on grassAt fifty miles an hour we pass; To see the twinkling stars at night When sky-signs flash like bright sunlight; No time to watch with kindling glance While Beauty's lure our hearts entrance. A poor life this if all the air Is filled with crash and roar and Dlare.
V.
May Cottrell
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Radio Record, Volume III, Issue 48, 13 June 1930, Page 35
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90Quietude Radio Record, Volume III, Issue 48, 13 June 1930, Page 35
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