IN MEMORIAM.
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON.
THE palms were waving when he fell asleep, The seas were sighing by the slanting shore, And gentle echoes whisper'd o'er the deep Traditions of a land he'd see no more; The beings he created gather'd nigh To watch and mourn above their master's bier; Although invisible to mortal eye, Yet they are deathless, and are living here. , And living, too, where'er the English tongue Brings love and freedom, happiness anil light To peer and peasant, and to old and young, Who bask beneath the rays of mental might, Give Stevenson a foremost honour'd place - High in the ranks of literary fame, Among the men who elevate the race And shed a lustre on the British name The World of Letters mourns a brilliant son The Spectre called him to his final rest Too early, ere his noble work was done: But we're short-sighted, and God knows what's best. - .. ' -■ " They've placed him to enjoy his long deep sleep, Above life's tempests and above life's calms, Where sunny islands spread across the deep, s And Old Pacific chants eternal psalms. 4 , Thomas Bracken,
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New Zealand Herald, Volume XXXII, Issue 9714, 9 January 1895, Page 3
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187IN MEMORIAM. New Zealand Herald, Volume XXXII, Issue 9714, 9 January 1895, Page 3
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