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Poetry. TO A MOURNER.

The following verses wtre addretsed to the •widow of a celebrated Welsh author, thortlr after his dcuth :— A voice from out tho Southern land, Greetnth the mournor o'er fcha sea, With words that may full welcome be, At written by a celtic hand. And whispei-eyi on a celtio tongu*, And rendered in t colticheart For, Oh ! my memory cannot pat fc From tho»e I loved and knew when young. •'Tis sacred ground on ■which I tread, But oh ' forgive me if I wake 'Your grief anew — I would not break Tour eilont mourning for the dead. But on the cover of your leaf I »aw the anchor of your hope, And tlmrf I kivjw that you can cops 'With grief, if ther» i 8 -sin in griet ; Which God forbid. 'Our Saviour wept, When Lazaru* lay within the tomb, So that wo know "that out of gloom '■Grief 1* the path -which God hat kept. Wef p on ' your tears are holy dew Upon the flowers of hit fame, I will not even breathe the naao Of him that was so dear to you. Buh yet will weep, tho' not like you, How could my grief like thy grief be? I mouru for one I once could see, ■You weep, alas, for one you .knew And loved ; I mourn the iohohr gone, You miss tho partner of your breath, I mourn a light gone from the earth, v You weep that you are left alone. But God will eaio your heavy loao", And you will griove no moro, tho' weep; Bweet dreamt will com? to you in ileep, To shew him with the ions of God. ''Lwavnot old enough to know, Tkat m the mm there dwelt a «oul That gladly on toirards the goal Of Genius walked, with humble thew. I could not lee the golden crown Which- 1 in childish fancy thought Adorned the browt of all who fought To win, in life's rough fight, renown. Too long t lored the tmselled head, Forgetting tbero were higher things Thau pompous state to this world bring* • The fame that waits the undying dead. ' The burning fame ! The growing name, That circles round tb« living dead, The glory round the setting red 'Which, is the tamt ! Yet not the «j,me.

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Waikato Times, Volume X, Issue 585, 19 February 1876, Page 2 (Supplement)

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384

Poetry. TO A MOURNER. Waikato Times, Volume X, Issue 585, 19 February 1876, Page 2 (Supplement)

Poetry. TO A MOURNER. Waikato Times, Volume X, Issue 585, 19 February 1876, Page 2 (Supplement)

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