Through south Westland, a journey to the Haast and Mount Aspiring, New Zealand . THE BERLINE STARTS HOMEWARDS. [211 CHAPTER XII. FAREWELL. O quiet valley, opening to the East,How far from this thy peacefulness am I!Ah me, how far ! and far this stream of lifeFrom thy clear creek fast falling to the sea ?Yet let me not lament that these things areIn that loved country I shall see no more ;All that has been is mine inviolate,Lockd in the secret book of memory. D. Wilcox. For the last time next morning I watched the blueand silver of my valley turn to gold and shininggems; for the last time liste
Through south Westland, a journey to the Haast and Mount Aspiring, New Zealand . THE BERLINE STARTS HOMEWARDS. [211 CHAPTER XII. FAREWELL. O quiet valley, opening to the East,How far from this thy peacefulness am I!Ah me, how far ! and far this stream of lifeFrom thy clear creek fast falling to the sea ?Yet let me not lament that these things areIn that loved country I shall see no more ;All that has been is mine inviolate,Lockd in the secret book of memory. D. Wilcox. For the last time next morning I watched the blueand silver of my valley turn to gold and shininggems; for the last time listened to the merrysinging of the river over its shingly shallows;for the last time heard the flutey bell-birds was a weight on my heart as I packed thesailors-bag, and when we sat down to our earlybreakfast we did not even revile the mangy cowwho had paid her last visit in the night, anddevoured the potatoes destined for our then we tidied-up, swept our ungarnishedchambers, and were getting the Berline draggedforward when Duncan came riding over the
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