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WHITE MAGIC by BERTON BRALEY

First Line: ALL THE THINGS THAT CALL A MAN TO THE ROAD'S DELIGHT
Last Line: BY THE LONG WHITE ROAD.
Subject(s): COMFORT; SILENCE;
All the things that call a man to the road's delight,
All the magic wonder things—shine forth white!

These are the glamours
Thrilling the roamers,
White sails bellying
And milk-white combers;

A snow-white glory
Where the forefoot lunges,
And a white, white wake
Where the white gull plunges.

Or the long white road
That is never ended
Where the sun's white light
And the dust are blended;

Mountains that shimmer
With their white peaks rearing,
And death white deserts
With their hot sands searing;

But my love's round arms
That softly fold me
Make fair white magic
And so they hold me

To a quiet comfort
And a warm abode
In a snug white cottage
By the long white road.



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