"BURY ME IN THE SUNSHINE."

New Zealand Tablet, 22 May 1919, Page 19

"BURY ME IN THE SUNSHINE."

Several years ago the late Archbishop Ireland was discussing the subject of the crypt in the new Cathedral, the place intended for the burial of the Archbishops of St. Paul. Suddenly he exclaimed, "Oh, bury me in the sunshine when I die." A few days before his death the venerable prelate gave expression to the same sentiments when he said: —"Let me lie out there with my people, under the green sod of Calvary; it is my wish." James Nolan, who was present at the above meeting, put the sentiments into the following verses, which were published at the time: Bury me in- the sunshine, There would I have my,rest, On some fair slope, tree-sentinelled, In the great all-mother's breast. Rain-swept, wind-swept, snow-swept, . . As the seasons come and go, i: - And God renews the gala dress Of this His world below. Sarcophagus of porphyry . :■:; uki In dismal crypt or vault— > If this must be the seal of fame, <<y ; , : . ; I gladly make default. For me the sunshine, twittering birds, The waters' gurgling flow ; ' -'•- i• iv Where God renews the ; gala, dress ",' '>>'i : ' >-.■) •;. .-• nilii Of'this, His world below. '•? ~,,. '- s ' .,-.