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Hawke's Bay Times, Volume XII, Issue 515, 7 October 1867, Page 1

Select Poetry.

“GOING ALONE.” .**!,. ;„ ♦l.fi omiriT , *vvoe'i*%« (J£T With light in the merry blue eyes, 1 With laughter so clearly outriuging. All frieuchv assistance disdain'insr.' And trusting no strength but its own. The past fears and trials forgotten. The baby is “ going alone 1 ” What woeful mishaps have preceded This day of rejoicing and pride ! How often the help that he needed Has earlessly gone from his side ! He has fallen while reaching for sunbeams, Which jU't as be grasped them have down. And the tears of vexation have followed. But now he is “ going alone I ’* And all through his life he will study This lesson again mid again; He will earlessly lean upou shadows, He will fall and weep over the pain. The hand whose fond clasp was the surest Will coldly withdraw from his own. The sunniest eyes will be clouded, And he will bewalhing aloue 1 He will learn what a stern world we live in. And he may grow cold like the rest. And just keep a warm sunny welcome For those who seem truest and best; Yet chastened and taught by past sorrow. And stronger and manlier grown, Not trusting his all in their keeping, He learns to walk bravely alone. And yet not alone, for our Father The faltering footsteps will guide Through all the dark mazes of earth-life. And “ over the river’s ” deep tide. Oh 1 here is a Helper unfailing, A strength we can perfectly trust, When, all human aid unavailing, “ The dust shall return unto dust."