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Radio Record, Volume IV, Issue 48, 12 June 1931, Page 46

But the rain is gone by, and the day’s dying out'in.a‘splendour, There is flight as of many gold wings in the heart-of the sky; God’s birds, it may be, who return from their ministry tender; Flying home from the earth, like the earth-birds when darkness is nigh. Gold plumes and gold feathers, the wings hide the roseate aces, : But a glimmer of roseate feet breaks the massing of gold; There’s gold hair blowing back-and a- drifting of one in clear spaces, |. A little child-angel whose flight is less sure and less bold. They.are' gone, they are flown, but their footprints have left the sky ruddy. : And the night’s coming on with a moon in-a tender green sed, And my heart is fled home, with a flight that is certain and steady, © To her home, to her nest, to the place where her treasure shall be. Ot

Katherine

Tynan