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Dominion, Volume 7, Issue 1996, 2 March 1914, Page 2

THE END.

It is time for m.e to go, mother; 1 am goiiig. - When in the paling ■ darkness of the loiiely dawn you stretch out Twir arms for your baby in the jjticl, I shall say, "Baby is not there!" Mother, i am going. • I shall become a delicate draught <*f air and caress you; and I shall be ripples in the watcf when you bathe, and kiss you and kiss you again.

In tlio gusty night when the raiii. patters on the leaves you will hea# 'my whisper in your bod, and iny laughter will flash with tho lightning through tho open window into yoiif room. If you lio awake, thinking of jour baby till late in the niglrt I shall sing to you from the . stars, "Sleep, mother, sleep." On tho straying moonbeams I shall steal , over your bed, and Vie upon yoiir bosom while you sleep.. I shall become a dream, and through the little opening of your eyelids I shall slip into the depths of yvur sleep; and when you wake up and look' round. startled, like a twmkVmg firefly 1 shall ,flifc.out into the darkness.

■\yhen, on tlio gretit Festival of Puia, tlie neighbours' child-reft come ami play about the house, I stall Melt into the music of tiie flute and throb in yoar heart all day long. Dear auntie will come with I'njapresents, and will ask, "Where is our haljy, sister?" Motlwr, you will tell her'softly, "Ho is in the jmpih of my eyes, ho is in my body and in ray soul." —From "Tlio Crosccnt Moon," by Rabindranath Ta^ore.