FACE TO FACE.

Auckland Star, Volume XVII, Issue 241, 13 October 1886, Page 4

FACE TO FACE.

Sad mortal I couMstthou but know VUnt truly it means to die. Tho wings of thy eoul would Blow And the hope, of thy heartbeat high ; The v wouldst turn from tho Pyrrhonlßt Bcho;li And laugh thi-lr jargon toEoorn, A. tho babble of midnight fco'.s Kio tho morning of truth be born. Bat I. earth's maonosß above. In a kingdom ot Btormless breath— I ga_n on the glory of love In tho unveiled face of Death

I tell thee hla faoe Is fair As the moon bow's amber rings, And tho gleam in hlB unbound hair Like tho flush of a thousand spiinga ; Hli smilo ia the fatho.-nlesa beam Ot tho star-Bkine'a ia-rcd light. When the Bummers of southland dream In the lap of tho holy Night; For I, earth's blindness above, In a kingdom of halcyon brealhI e&z ) on tho marvtl ot love In the unveils-, faco of Death.

In his pycß a heaven there dwells — But thoy hold a fow nrnturiea now— And hl» iiity for tarth'tt farewells Halt furrowd that Bhiuing brow ; Souls Uikon from Time's cold tide Ho folfla 1,0 hlB fostering bn?ns>. And thalr tears of grief aro dried Ere they entor the com ts of rest; And atlli. earthly gladness übov->, In a kingdom of stotmless breaih I gize on a light that ia lovo In the unveiled faco ot Death.

Through thu splendour of Btars Imptarled In the glow of ihtir far-off graco, Hfl Is soaring world by world.With the boulb in his Btrong embrace ; Lone others, unstirred by _.wfod, At the piasago of Death grow Bweet, Wl'h tho fuijranooth.t flouts behind The Hash of hi. winged retroat: Anl I, earth's madness abovo, 'Slid a kingdom cf toanquil breath, Havo BB.cd on the lustre of lovo Io tho unvolled faco of Death.

But beyond tho stirs nnd tho sun I can follow him still on hU way. Till the pcnrl-whlto Bates aro won, In the oalm of tho c«ntrul day. Ktir voices of fond acclaim Thrill down from ilia ulaooof soulß, As Death, with a touch like tlnnio, L'noloßfS tho iroal of goals: And from heaven ot heavens abovn God epeakcth with batulotß breath - Mv angel of perfect lovo Is tho ungol men call Dtiath!

PaulH.Hj.ykk.