Original Poetry.

Evening Star, Volume VIII, Issue 2250, 23 July 1870, Page 2

Original Poetry.

MY MOTHER’S GRAVE. When shades of night begin to fall, I wander by the churchyard wall, And ’noath its dark and gloomy shade I love to sit where she is laid— To gase into the breathless air, Till fancy paints her image there ! For, musing in the silent gloom, I hear a whisper from the tomb— My mother's well-remembered voice, In tones that make my heart rejoice— That speak of htppy days and fair, When I shall quit this world of care. Oft sitting there at evening hour, When silence reigns with mystic power, When not a breath disturbs the gloom That hovers round my mother's tomb A lovely vision, clear and bright, Doth burst upon my raptured sight: Hor form, so loved in other years, In robes of spatless white appears. A golden crown adorns her brow, That speaks of eadless pleasure now ; And now a glittering star doth shed A sacred halo round her head. Thus, like a vision in my sleep, She comes, that I may cease to weep— With radiant and heavenly smile, An hour of sorrow to beguile : Descending from that brighter land, She lolls me of its happy band, .And bidding mo a long good-night, Doth, vanish in a flood of light. Jaql'bs. Castle street, Dunedin, Juiy, 1870.