‘Our Heritage ’
When you are dead ; When some white lips have said Their last good-bye, and you are still— Life’s work complete, no more to will cr do What will be found that you Have left to grow Springing where you have stepped, to show That you have lived? Marking the way Across fair time, day after day, We leave ourselves behind wherever we have stepped, A heritage to be kept As flowers or weeds which give ihemselves to die, Yet aro not dead indeed. What seeds lie Shed from out the gardens of our hearts, to grow For centuiies ? We saw Ourselves Just what wo are will bo produced In kind, For other lives to find And multiply. Our influence cannot die. However we may pray, and dream mortality Shows only mortal germs. Our destiny Is shaped in part by lives which long ago Strolled down the sands of time for weal or woe. We live our humble lfves, nor see Results, nor think to be More than but passing Bhadows, while along our way Wo sow for immortality the livelong day. —George Kinole.
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New Zealand Mail, Issue 889, 15 March 1889, Page 4
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185‘Our Heritage’ New Zealand Mail, Issue 889, 15 March 1889, Page 4
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