From ‘The Hills Of Life’ (Albert Durrant Watson Poems)
ERE yet the dawnPushed rosy fingers up the arch of dayAnd smiled its promise to the voiceless prime,Love sat and ...
ERE yet the dawnPushed rosy fingers up the arch of dayAnd smiled its promise to the voiceless prime,Love sat and ...
Does the Mother of Nations draw the sword To rescue her children oppressed? They have all that the richest lands ...
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