Off Stewart's Isle.

Horowhenua Chronicle, 15 April 1914, Page 2

Off Stewart's Isle.

(Writton for The Chronicle) BY JACK VLNUOT. When dark clouds gather round my outer life, And sombre shadows thickly on me fall, My soul calls out unto my spirit wife: She hears its call! When crowned success sits smiling on my way, And all the works of man seem good and fair, A tender kiss falls on my locks now grey, And she is there! And still no word is passed between us twain Eye dwells on eye and heart communes with heart Sighing in sad response souls cannot part My life is thine. Those grey-bhie eyes-calm, steadfast and serene. With love-born truth are gazing into mine, \o word falls from those lips -my spirit queen — My life is thine ! And when world-weary and with shattered nerves And paltering steps my sleepless couch I seek, Mv spirit wife is with me once again She lays her cheek I'pon my pulsing heart, and bids it rest. And straightway all its tumult seems to cease Like infant closing to its mother's breast — And all is peace. And tortured memory haunts itself no more,. Save when in dreams I see that sweet, sad smile And sunny face Pacific's waves closed o'er Oh"' Stewart's Isle.