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A LOST DAT. QSPOST! lost! lost! A gem of countless price, Cut from the living rock, And graved in Paradise i Set round with three times eight Large diamonds, clear and bright, And each with sixty smaller ones. All ehangeful as the light.
lost:—where the thoughtless throng In fashion’s mazes wind. "Where thrilleth folly's song. Leaving a sting behind; Tet to my hand ’twas given A golden harp to buy, Buch as the white-robed choir attune To deathless minstrelsy.
Lost! lost! lost! I feel all search is vain; That gem of countless cost Can ne’er be mine again: I offer no reward, For till these heart-strings'sever, 1 know that heaven-entrusted gift Is reft away for ever.
But when the aea and land Like burning scroll have fled. I’ll see it in His band Who judgeth quick and dead; And when of scathe and loss That man can ne'er repair, The dread inquiry meets my soul, What shall it answer there f
Mrs L, H. SIOKbRNET.
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Hawke's Bay Times, Volume 7, Issue 347, 5 February 1866, Page 1
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167Select Poetry. Hawke's Bay Times, Volume 7, Issue 347, 5 February 1866, Page 1
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