IF I SHOULD DIE TO-NIGHT.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume III, Issue 424, 1 November 1876, Page 2

IF I SHOULD DIE TO-NIGHT.

If I should die to-night, My friends would look upon my quiet face Before they laid it in its raoting-placa, And deem that death had left it almost fair ; And, laying snow-white flowers against my hair, Would smooth it down with tearful tenderness, And fold my hands with lingering caress. Poor hands, so empty and so cold to night 1 If I should die to-night, My friends would call to mind, with loving thought, Some kindly deed the icy hand had wrought ; Some gentle word the frozen lips had said ; Errands on which the willing feet had sped ; The memory of my selfishness and pride, My hasty words, would all be put aside, And so I should be loved and mourned tonight. If I should die to-night, Even hearts estranged would turn once more to me, Recalling other days remorsefully, The eyes that chill me with averted glance Would look upon me as of yore, perchance, And soften, in the old, familiar way. For who could war with dumb unconscious clay ? So I might rest, forgiven of all, to-night. Oh ' friends, I pray to-night Keep not your kisses for my dead, cold brow — The way is lonely, let me feel them now. Think gently of me ; I am travel-worn ; . My faltering feet are pierced with many a thorn. Forgive, oh, hearts estranged, forgive, 1 plead I When dreamless rest is mine I shall not need The tenderness for which I long to-night.