Poem October 10, 1914 ISSUE

[Written for the Sentinel]

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HARRIETT PUTNAM

I've journeyed in far distant landsWhere the flowers ever bloom,Where the sky is blueThe whole night through,And the royal palmWith stately calmRises from coral sands.

I've wandered where bold cataractsTo each other loudly cry,And mountains lift their summitsTo the cloudlands of the sky,—And in every placeAnd with every raceMy home awaits me there.

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