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Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 1624, 23 December 1887, Page 8 (Supplement)

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neck with mane of my love, my Kin?, stream dawn on thy silken coat sorrowful eyes of mine, my war!, my lost, lost, love, was the day in November bright green, rich shoots of the peppermint the delicate wattle bloom, beneath the shade of the giant gums That ung their limbs above. Hi whispered in accents soft in my ear Hfi tender ta!e of love? Can'.;t th 't remember, can I forget, Each m >tJ«nf of that sweet time. The rhythmical beat on the turf of your feet And :he jineline mn?ical chime an I curb as thou playfully bit palfrey's streaming mane : through the gran 1 old bush un%ith stole round my waist his then, oh! ecstatic bliss, lij>< . mplanthat sacrud thing— HRlover's fiiM tender kiss? me ! those rapturous olden days Of sunsi>iri>\ an 1 hoj*». an 1 youth. When the world seem'd like af tiry palace Of perfect tni«t and truth. Ah me ! that summer so s. on to fade, ' That sunshine s<> soon to gloom, That flower <>:' time to blossom and wither "•Vhile yet in irs -.any bl.xim ! Ah me ! for my Kdcn, my I'aradise, So soon to be svt a«ide. Since, a year ago. ;n his manhood's prime— In the pride of his youth—he died. In the priile of his youth he died, and, for me.

The went out of rnv inc. My dol was shatter M, my hopes were widow'd. Before I became a wife. How came it about'? The W andong Creek Was running a banker high, When he suddenly heard near the torrent deep, A wild and bitter cry. A child had fall'n in, whore the swirling stream M «t fiercely ragel an I raved. And without an instant'.- pau-e h-> followed, And the infant's life he >av.> 1; But the treacherous bank gave way with him Ere he reached the so'i«l ground, And, in falling back, he struck a snacr, And the lord of my heart drowned, Whether I slept 1 know not now. Mv brain was henutnb'd and dazed. An ! I turne 1 my face to the wall to oie, For I was next nigh to crazed. Th .'v said lie had met -.vith a hero's death, It was sinful to repine: I know. I know, It it sinful W. Why then, must th • sin be mine. He was my own and only love. Mv treasure, mv h r 'true, Ah me ! ah me ! iie died, and my heart, That ha-l ivne out to hi-, di-- i t>>o : And it lies whore the s;;mm-r winds whisper, And the winter temp -ts rave With him, where the white f nee gleams in the bi:s!i Round a lui«'iman's lon dy grave. II:-* horse, fcic h ", and mv v >ice will choke, An i my eyes lT" v s; t:-.:i."dy di:n. 'Tis fully I k::-»w, lr:t th • ; w,-rt his horse And i-eern i aim ~t parr <-f him. S->me sense!--- tnnk-ts I hive, a ring, An ia br els. tfsat tie •_*av-- to me, I treasure th—h lip '«;< tr•. leif his horse. — Tiier : is n i;_-:.t that I I"V.> i !<• thee. Thy tna-'.o: he 'v.,-. au Ith w-rt his— Ar. ; ne'er a in'ir- -v; - ave : He. like to thee, t lik-:-. i im, Hands gen r fa : thf d. brave. The eyv.'t a hawk h- !; 11. the hand Of -t—'i ill a ve vet v'i'iVe, Ten icr an 1 tr.ie f h ir:. ih. mv pearl, ■ ilyl -ve. n;y 1 -t. ! >ve. 11. !'. WJUTWOKTH.