The Temple by Kathleen Dalziel

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I would go out to-night into God's garden  
   Could I the locust-eaten years redeem.
So strange it is, and difficult to pardon,  
   The gulf between the dreamer and the dream.
'Tis long since I have found Him when high dome
   And spire out-leap the house-encumbered hill,
But when night veils the grape blue hills of home
   At close of day I think he walks there still.

First published in The Brisbane Courier, 9 November 1929

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