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<SHAND ON EST SIOP.X c’EST POUR LONOTEMTS.” When I cm lying pale and dead Come not, dear friends, around my. bead And pour your loss in deafened earc, And wash my heedtess face with tears. What thrill of hope or tender neps "Will beat beneath my burial dress r "Wbat look of gratitude arise" And lift tbo lids of sightless eyes * What loving voice escape those lipß From which no speech or language slips ? Alas 11 cannnot rouse and say,. “If ye lament me I will stay.’’ \ Speak while I hear, and while Ilong To feel your love is true nnd'strong, "While peace can soothe my-troubled brow, Wait not to sfiiss me; hold me now ! —Boss Tbert Cook,

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New Zealand Mail, Issue 870, 2 November 1888, Page 4

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Now. New Zealand Mail, Issue 870, 2 November 1888, Page 4

Now. New Zealand Mail, Issue 870, 2 November 1888, Page 4