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New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXVII, Issue 49, 7 December 1899, Page 5

If silence is ever golden, it must be beside the graves of men whose lives were more significant than speech, and whose death was a poem, the music of which can never be sung.

That in us which shall never die is changing daily — is being moulded or marred according as we yield to or resist the working of His Word and Spirit — is taking the eternal stamp of good or ill.