Ladies' Express.
IN TELE KIRKYARD. (Written on visiting the grave of W. Stitt Jenkins, while on an excursion to Geelong). In sober evening’s murky gloom, While twilight’s placid hues descend, Let us survey the hallowed tomb That marks the spot where rests our friend. There, as the losing grave we view, Besprinkled o’er with summer flowers, Which meek-eyed Eve impearls with dew, And weeping Nature wets with showers.
We think of him who lies beneath The lonely flower-bespangled sod — That Christ-like man,.still strong in Death, Who now is happy with his God.
What subtle knowledge may we learn! What wisdom speaks this silent clay ! Here let the proud, ambitious, turn, And muse on life’s uncertain day.
’Tis Nature’s universal lot— A joyous race succeeds to race ; Beauty and health avail us not — Each hurries to the tomb’s embrace.
Ne’er, while the seasons come and go, Shall Friendship’s faltering accents fail To mourn the stroke which laid thee low, And oft thy ill-timed death bewail.
Ye friends who at this flow’er-decked shrine | (Weep o'er the dust to friendship dear, Perform the same sad rites at mine, And yield the tribute of a tear.
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Poverty Bay Standard, Volume IX, Issue 915, 5 February 1881, Page 2
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192Ladies' Express. Poverty Bay Standard, Volume IX, Issue 915, 5 February 1881, Page 2
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