TEE SILENCE

Hawera & Normanby Star, Volume XLVI, Issue XLVI, 25 April 1914, Page 9

TEE SILENCE

When, laughing round the leaping fire to-night. We think of you, yet never speak your name Lest sudden sparks of memory grow too bright And burst into a softly shuddering flame, To burn our happiness and leave it waste. Do you then long to leave your mystic lands • For one brief earthly hour, once more to taste The little human joys, tho clasping hands, Of those who loved you and would hold you .still Dearer than friends who closely round them press? Or are you far away, and must we fill Our aching dreams with fruit of bitterness ? 0 Death, with hand fast clenched, we plead anew — .• Loosen thy grip, and let one whisper through. —Wilfrid L. Randell.