FACE TO FACE.

Te Aroha News, Volume IV, Issue 174, 16 October 1886, Page 1 (Supplement)

FACE TO FACE.

Sad mortal! conldstthou bat know •a h±t truly it means to die. The wings of thy s-oul would glow. And ike hopes of Thy heartbeat high ; Thou wouldst tura f rum the Pyrrhonlat schoola And laugh thPir jargon to scorn. As the baoble of midnight fools Rr.e the morning of troth bo born. Bat T, earth's mad ness above. In a kingdom of stormJesa breath— I muz* on the srlorv of love la the nn veiled face of Death I tell thee this fane is fair As the moon bow's amber rings, And tbegle*ru in his unbound hair Like 'heflueh nf n thousand springs ; Hi-* smile is ibe fathomless beam Of th* Btmr-ehinb'B ?a red light, \* hen th« summers of southland dream In the lap ot the holy Night ; For I. earth's bliodnaan above. Id a kingdom of baicyon breath— I craze on the marvel or love In the unveiled face of Death. In his eyes a heaven there dwells— Bur they hold a few mysteries now— And his Liiy for «-arch'a farewells Half fnrrowa that shining brow ; Souls taken f roi> Time's cold tide He folds t » his fostering breast, And their tears ot grief are dried Kre they ente* the courts of rest ; And etil'. earthly aladnoes »bov<% Id a. kingdom of f»to<-mless breath I saze on a light that it love In the unveiled face of Death. Through th- splendour of stars imparted In the glow of their far-off grace, < He 1s sparing world by world. With the souls in his strong embrace : Lone ethers, unstirred by a wind, , • At the passage cf Death grow sweet, "Wi»h the f ragrano* that floats behind The flash of his winged retreat: Ann I, earth's madness above, 'Mia a kingdom of tranquil breath. Have wazed on the lustre of love la the unveiled face of Death. But beyond the stars and tbe sun 1 can follow him still on his way. Till the pearl-white gates are won, In the calm of the central day. Far voices of food acclaim Thrill down from the place of souls, Ah Death, with a tonih like flame. Uncloses ihe aoal of goals: Aud from heaven of heavens above God speaketh with bateleas breath— My angel ot perfect love Is the angel men call Death! Paul H. Haynib.