ORIGINAL POETRY.

Pelorus Guardian and Miners' Advocate., Volume I, Issue 6, 11 February 1890, Page 3

ORIGINAL POETRY.

TO I EATH. 01 death I see thy cold. »etnorseless face; For Time hath brought mo to ibis forward place Whence I can see thee sitting by my grave, From which not all the earth my fearful heart can save, II do disdain to offer prayers to thee, Thou awful shade that veil 4 st eternity .- F»le watcher o'er the b oken wrecks which Time Bolls to thy pulseless feet, tolling his solemn chime. 5 hink'st thou, 01 sullen death, I dread to a’eep With buried nations in thy caverns deep ? Sheet n» with blackest ice, and bolt thy chain Till thou has' t abut high H eaven : thy rage is all. in vain. iPrnw paler now I thou dost remember one Who, stainless, fr m thy loathsome pit is gone: Bow.like a sun. Pis living splendour rose, JHow sang God s angels, and how shrieked his foes. Then, tyrant death, thy hideous empire fell, It‘a icy ruins choked the gates of hell: Eternal life rose, glittering, from thy tomb, And spitef .1 hell resounded with ihy cloon , Thou senseless smiler with a broken rod! Think'st thou that we. sons of the living God, Can fear thy frown ? Take thou our sleeping a • .clay And render it on that appointed day ■\Whea thou, last fiend beneath his feet shal fie, .And we, immortal souls, shall see thee die ; ’Then eh .;t thou know what joy to us is given, A living faith on earth, eternal life in 'Heaven,