IN MEMORIAM.

Southland Times, Issue 1304, 6 September 1870, Page 3

IN MEMORIAM.

A GTS- OF __OJ_IS_ IN HBB TBNSH TEAR. Br John G. Smith. There is grief on the hill, there is grief in the vale— There's a tear on its cheek, which is hollow and pale — There's a dew-drop on flow'ret, a voice in the stream, Which sings of our childhood, of youth's happy dream. In yonder green valley there bloomed a fair flower, It opened its leaflets to sunshine and shower — 'Twas modest as daisy, with silvery crest — _ 'Twas sweet as tho rose-bud, with dew-sprinkled breast. 'Twas the flower of the valley, the loved and the bright — The radiance of day, the effulgence of night j The young and the old, the sad and the gay, Felt the power of its beauty, and feared its decay. At evening that flow'ret wae fair to the sight — At evening that flow'ret waa beauteous and bright : When the sun of the morning ascended his throne And looked on the earth, the wee flow'ret was gone. 'Twas a flow'ret of heaven — a gem of the eky — And could not be left in this cold world to die, So the angels of light came down from their bliss, And bore it to climes more congenial than this. It is there — and it opens its buds to the light, In a land without sorrow — a land without night ; And when years and long ages have fleeted away, The flow'ret shall bloom and shall never decay.