Selected Poetry.

Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 1526, 9 April 1886, Page 4

Selected Poetry.

AT PARTING. Oo.bt Moved, tia honours esH and dutv's. 1 dart not hold thee back, although ao fain VaheaptfcsabyaysiJe. Thy repute* r*deanrto ne than Uiy M* Ia tain I mi to stay, oreveo delay, thy going. Wharo Mh'a. withackls Bran,Ma harvest Ttork alaad hia stooka upon the battle plain, With ma>y sheaves in each—ay, many more Than whan earth's raapara pile earth a golden Andlmvy sheafs a life that Death', ban|fm> doae on* which we, eaieleaa how hearta ache. mO bar with ban no human art can break. Tree—tree! I know, not every stalk will fall j fiat ah! I know eoough of life to be Awe that'tia the deareet one of all LiWa decreet that Death chooses. Woe ia Ay, woo ii me! My dnieat moat away— My daaraatl and 1 dare not bid him atay. But wall I know whatever Fate designs— Or band to join our lives, or atroke to pert, Thet I am yoors, bat yoars, and yoa are mine, Hot Death himaelf can sever heart from heart! Bo go, beloved! *taa honour'a call and duty's, And dealer than thy life, thy life's repute ia. E5 MEMOIR. The aacred boar of twilight diawrth nigh, And oe*r the weatern aky There aweepe the golden fulneea of the d\v, 80 eooo to pass away. And ro ita glory fadea and disappears, We pause end strain oar ears To catch the dream-like mask that oat-wells, Like distant reaper bells. 80, like the ahadowed twilight's aacred hour, So foil of mystic power, Aroae with all the glory of decay, Thy early parting day. And aa ita fading glory took its flight Into the unseerched night, A ewert and bleaaed memory down-stole Upon my weery soul. 0 sweet the dreamed-voicc music of the spheree To weary, wondering curs ; And sweet the aong of death to thoae who wait Nigh to the golden gate.