Frosty Morning
I must go in and work! Though the wind calls like an Ave sung, And the day rises in a fan-spread flame, Moonstone and opal and amethyst; — And the trees are diamond hung and shot with pearl oe Though the plains fling frosted grass to the ranges, And the sharp wind blows. . . . . I aust go in and work! Thougl the day breaks in enchantinent , And thie careless sky is filled with little tivisted. clouds. ae, The cold, blue river stirs. ~ The scented water throws its fragrance to the epaiting gorse, Though the haloed willows hold a haunting. loveliness, And their mysteried shadows beckon. . 2°. wa T must goinand work! | : But my. heart is with the sharp wind. where it: blows... oe
M. Lynn
Gurney
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Radio Record, Volume V, Issue 8, 4 September 1931, Unnumbered Page
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126Frosty Morning Radio Record, Volume V, Issue 8, 4 September 1931, Unnumbered Page
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