THE DYING COMRADE.

Te Aroha News, Volume VI, Issue 319, 24 November 1888, Page 8

THE DYING COMRADE.

Am dyin«r7d6*ardl<v,:t'nm'radq, , lt ( „ ' &-■ Life, fa I'ltbinsr i^uvtttwjy, j^And D'-ath's riiglftVelosing o'er me — : , i |it I'll nr»t live tiß other iluy ; • , H-But there's one*"f]iln^ l J woulrVlike to ' . =£- oee before T siy good'eood by«. s , this mortal homo, for ever. . l«'or th«t kind beyond the sky. ' j& "Tin a little faded portrait, %, Of my lost nne^gope before, [-"And I know she's wailing for me *' I . On that bright and happy shore. (* You will find it in-that satchel ■ l ?• That is '"hanging o'or my head.; '■£■ It will help to throw a brightness , All around uly dying bed- '- Although it is faded, comrade, \ s Yet it's jubt asdear to me, i 'As when^firat she ,e;ave it to me VVlien we "parted o'er the aoa. - TTis the link that, binds me to ber, i And from it I'll never part ; *; , ; '"Comrade, ,^hen I'm dead you'll place it; In thtt'bbffin next my heait. v .Hold it closer to me, comrade, * " , :\E*or my idight is failing fast, And I'd ]jike t to gaze upon it While a Bpark of life doth ln«t. It brings Vack tlioae scenes unto me - . That I've loved in days of yore, "Where we oft have met together \ In thatiand I'll see no more: 'Do not weep for me, dear comrade, - I Avill soon be with the blest. Where the wicked cease from troubling, AnS &^fc6&J3£. jare at rest ; "Where my lost one*now is waiting, • As she did in days gone by, When "fny heart was free f rom sorrow, Andmotear drops dimmed mine eye. : Somet§ing* tells me that I'll see her, > Ere the"iught has passed away, , iFor my soul i-» anxious, comrade,* - Toi^ave behind this mortal clay. And I k,now she's waiting for me, On that bright and happy shore, Where Goitiwns in all his glory Where Wr'i] »ieot"io part no more. 'Comrade deur, come closer to me, Lei ma oace*:a6rc clasp»your hand, " 1 am d lifting slowlv onward ' , To that bright and happy strand. TiTon will fcoiueiimes think upon mo, When nr sou! as passed on high ; 'To my lost one who is calling For rao — comrade, dear, good bye. Jim McLiver. WaioTongomai. October 25th, 1888. ' *