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Saturday Night.
LXIV.
Nelson.
Blue foamy sea, high circling hills
With dreaming garden squares between,
An old-world fragrance breathing soft
Amid the waving green.
With dreaming garden squares between,
An old-world fragrance breathing soft
Amid the waving green.
Here trade’s loud wheels but slowly turn,
Here men may pause and joy to live,
And take the seasons as they change
With all they have to give.
Here men may pause and joy to live,
And take the seasons as they change
With all they have to give.
Here there is room to breathe and think,
Here there is space for souls to grow,
And life may run as pleasantly
As Maitai’s waters flow.
Here there is space for souls to grow,
And life may run as pleasantly
As Maitai’s waters flow.
LXV.
Saturday Night.
Saturday night in the crowded town;
Pleasure and pain going up and down.
Murmuring low on the ear there beat
Echoes unceasing of voice and feet.
Withered age with its load of care,
Come in this tumult of life to share,
Pleasure and pain going up and down.
Murmuring low on the ear there beat
Echoes unceasing of voice and feet.
Withered age with its load of care,
Come in this tumult of life to share,