Select poetry.

Hawke's Bay Times, Volume 7, Issue 359, 19 March 1866, Page 1

Select poetry.

EVEEIA STI N G II EIIO EI A li.

ga p and away t like the dews of the morning Soaring from earth to its home in the sub, So let me steal away, gentle and. lovingly. Only remembered by what 1 have done. My name and my place, and my tomb, all forgotten, The brief race of time well and patiently run. Bo let me pass away, peacefully, silently. Only remembered by what 1 have done. Gladly away from this toil would I hasten. tip to the crown that for me has been won,— Uulhouglit of by man in rewards or in praises, Only remembered by what 1 have done. tTp and away! like the cdours of sunset That sweeten the twilight as darkues comes on. Bo he my life—a thing felt but not noticed, And J. but remembered by what I have done. Tes 1 like the fragnance that wanders in freshness When the flowers that it came from are closed up and gone, So would I be to this world’s weary dwellers,— Only remembered by what I have done. Needs there the praise of the love-written record. The name and tne epitaph graved on the stone? The things we have lived for let them he our story. Wo but remembered by what we have done. I need not be missed, if my life has heeu hearing (As its summer and autum moved silently on) The bloom, and the fruit, and the seed of its season,— I shad still be remembered by what I have done. 1 need not he missed: if another succeed me To reap down those fields which in spring I have souu Ho who ploughed aud who sowed is not missed by the reaper,—• He is only remembered by what ho has done. Not myself, but the truth that in life I have spoken,— Not myself, but tbe seed that in life I have sown, — Shall pass on to ages;—ali about me forgotten. Save the truth i have spokeu aud the things X have done. So let my living be, so be my dying,— So let my name be uuuiazoned, unknown,— XJnpraised aud unmissed, i shall yet be remembered — Tes! hut remembered by what 1 have done. B.onab.