VOICES OF THE DEAD.
F. W. B. A few snow-patches on the mountain side, A few white foam-flakes from the ebbing tide, A few remembered words of malice spent, The record of some dead man's ill-intent, — They cannot hurt us, all their sting is gone, Their hour of cold and bitterness is done ; Yet deepest snows and fiercest lashing seas Bring not such celd or bitter thoughts as these. A few soiled lilies dropped by childish hands, A few dried orange- olooms from distant lands, A few remembered smiles of some lost friend, Few words of love some dear dead fingers penned,— They are not beautiful for love to see, And death's pale* presence in them seems to be; Yet never living blooms, more fresh and gay, Fill us with thoughts of love so sweet as they.
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Hawke's Bay Times, Issue 1635, 8 December 1874, Page 453
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137VOICES OF THE DEAD. Hawke's Bay Times, Issue 1635, 8 December 1874, Page 453
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