THE TWO MYSTERIES.

Te Aroha News, Volume VI, Issue 285, 28 July 1888, Page 4

THE TWO MYSTERIES.

Wit know not what it is, dear This sloop so deop and atill : The folded hand&, tho awful calm. The check so pale and chHl ; The lids that wUI not litt again, Though wo may call and call ; The strange white solitude ot peace That settles over all. We know not what it means, dear. This desolate hoart-pain ; This dread to take ourdaHy way. And walk in it again, We know not to what other sphor i The loved who leave us go. Nor why we're left to wonder btill. Nor why we do not know. But this we know -our loved and dead, TC they should come this dayShould come and ask us. " What is life?" Not one of us could say. Lite is a mystery as deep As ever death can be ; Yet oh ! how dear it is to us,— This lite we livo and sco. Then might they say— these vanished onesAnd blossed is the thought !— . " So death is sweet to us, beloved, Though we may show you naught : We may not to the quick reveal The mystery of death— Ye cannot tell us, il ye would, The mystery of breath," The child who enters life comes not With knowledge or intent, So those who enter death mustgo As little children sent. Nothing is known. Butl believe That God is overhead ! And as life is to the living, So death is to the dead. Mary jMai'ks Dodge.

Hang out, hang out that old bandana, Sing oul, sing out our loud hosanna Till down wo fall And spoil it all As i£ we'd slipped on a banana.