Out of Doors e-bog

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. HE lights of the city gleam and glow II In the misty purple dusk, Bursting out of the grimy globes Like tropical fruits from the husk: A myriad sparkling orbs of light, Violet, golden, scarlet, white, Blazing up at the stars of night. But the light was not in the globes; Man's hand has led it there, His power, his thought, the wonder wrought, Captured and chained the flare; And the light obeys his will.