IN MEMORIAM PUELLULE DULCISSIMÆ, -D.P.W.

Auckland Star, Volume XVIII, Issue 148, 25 June 1887, Page 3 (Supplement)

IN MEMORIAM PUELLULE DULCISSIMÆ, -D.P.W.

Ah! what is left for me to prize ? i A little dress or trinket-toy "Which once could make the innocent eyes Brighter with glimpses of the joy ; The woman feels.in being fair; . A chair left sadly in its place— . A little tress of chestnut hair— A little likeness of her face, ~-, . - . Ah! vacant of the living light Which magic sunbeam never gave—» And.on our city's Northern height, Aero s a thousand streets—a grave. No more, no more. O fruitless pain Of birth and nu' turc, wasted years Of care, and watches watched in vain I O idle hopes! 0 idle fears 1

'Tis well to tell us she is blest, That never sinnor grief shall break .. ; - The quiet of her perfect rest. 0 God, but is it well to make These desolate homes, that round Thy throne. Haply may stand in denser throng. ;,: ~ The children-angela ? Must the tune , Of these pure voices swell the song That hymns Thee Lord o£ all, and leave ', I These dreadful gaps of gileuce here ? .

O Lord, forgive us if we grieve Too wildly, if the starting tear ->, '■'. Confuse our vision ; make us see What steadfast, changeless purpose runs Through all Thy ways, to bring to Thee. Or soon or late. Thy wandering sons. ;> j Content if slow they come, for sake Of those they love, and loath to part ~ From what Thou givesfc, Thou dost take The treasure lest Thou lose the heart. —A. J. Church.