THE COMFORTERS.

New Zealand Tablet, 26 June 1919, Page 42

THE COMFORTERS.

When I crept over the hill, broken with tears, <wi -; ; . When I crouched down on the grass, dumb in despair, I heard the soft croon of the wind bend to my ears, . I felt the light kiss of the wind touching my hair. When I stood lone on the height my sorrow did speak, As I went down the l hill I cried and I cried,"'^;J:' The. soft little hands of the rain : stroking my 'cheek, The kind little feet of the rain ran by my side. W^ When I went to thy grave, broken with tears, „ £ , ; When I crouched down 'in the grass dumb in despair, I heard 'the sweet croon "of v the wrhct soft in & my ears, I felt the kind lips of the wind touching my hair. :%}^' - • " When I stood' lone by thy cross sorrow did speak. When I went down the long hill I cried and I cried. The soft little hands of the rain : stroked my pale cheek, The kind little feet of the rain ran by. my side. T M ilsliK 'I"1 —Dora Sigerson, in Current Opinion: