POETRY

Alexandra Herald and Central Otago Gazette, Issue 352, 5 February 1903, Page 2

POETRY

SIEBBAN LULLABT. Sleep, oh sleep! By a a trail that is wild and steep, The last red sunbeams climb, Little child, from the purple's vale At axuieet-time. Steep and wild, Op the fereet-clad heightß, 0 child! The mansanitas gray And the bixohes along the trail Have loot the day. Best, ah, rest I Now afar on the highest crest Great pines have caught the light; Now tkey darken, the gold rays fall And fade to night. Hark, oh, hark! How the wind in the pine-boughs dark A wild, sweet music thrills! Sleep—sleep, till the skies grow pale Above the hills! —Maeion Wabhxk Wixdmas. TILL DEATH US PABT. Til 1 <J» acn us part. So tweaks the heart, When f-Bch to each repeats the words of deem;

Through blessing and through curse, For better and for worse. We will be one till that dread hour Bhall come, Life with itß myriad grasp Our yearning soul shall clasp, Aye ceaseless love and still expectant wonder; In bonds that shall endure, Indissoluble aure, Till God in death shall part our paths asunder. Till death us join, O voice yet more divine! That to the broken heart, breatheß hope sublime. Through lone hours And shattered powers We stall are one, despite of change and time. Death, with his healing hand, Si-all once more knit the band Which needs but one link which none may sever, Till, through the Only Good, Heard, felt, and understood, Our life in God shall make us one for —Dkan Stani/bt.