AT THE SIGN OF THE LYRE.
ORIGINAL VERSE. REMEMBER ME ( Written for the Non: Zealand Mail ) When Phoebus with his morning rays, A-slanting through the misty liazo, Sets all the golden corn ablaze, And starts the bee His flittering through the flowery maze, Remember me. When o’er tho mighty ocean deep He rises from his ’freshing sloop, Remember, love, .thy vows to keep, Ami think of mo ; When toiling up the mountain steep Remember me. When fierce the storm, and loud the rain Thunders against (lie window pane, And sweeps the valley and tho plain A rushing sea, Leaving destruction in its train, Remember me. When Mack as night the stormy cloud Shall all the summer’s sky enshroud, Amt rolling thunders echo loud, Remember mo ; With sickness, pain, or sorrow bowed, Remember me. 'When evening’s shadows longer grow, The clouds again their rosc'-tints show, And evening breezes softly blow Upon the tree, Whose branches scarce move to and fro, Remember me. When o’er the hills the orb of night, All glorious in her starry height, Sheds forth her wealth of silv’ry light, O’er lake and sea, When countless stars are shining bright, Remember mo.
W. J. Carman. Wellington. “ Tills PASSING BELL.” (Written for the New Zealand Mail.) Cold is the winter’s night, the clouds drivo " . fast,— ’Across the broad world lies the drifted snow ; Dark shadows mingle with the misty gloom, Night’s deadly stillness makes our soul’s aghast, v Hark ! breaking tho deep silenco comes tho boom Of the Death-Bell! a weary life has past. Long years ago, when hedgerows crowned with May Filled tho warm air with breath as sweet as Love, . . Unit life wks sent to till our hearts with gladness Tho heavens beam’d beauty on that happy day, Nor seemed it that a cloud could dim with sadness That life so pure—now passed lrom earth away! The dreary Bell ! wo shudder as its tono Chills our sad heat ts, for our beloved has lied Into the outer Silence, where no light, Nor love, nor joy can enter, wo are lone,— We pray for pity—thru’ the weary night No sleep, no peace, comes to the restless head, The Death-8011, mocking, turns the heart to stone ! Charlotte E. Merritt. BIRTHDAY WISH. TO A FRIEND. (Written for the Neaj Zealand Mail ) All joy ho tlfine on this, thv natal day? Goo. l angels eveiy step of thine attend, May nought thy lofty spirit earthward bend, Uiiie.-s it he to light from out its clay. i Some fallen soul by thine own love’s pure ray. Thu* Hooping, rise, each year fresh insight lend, fo thy clear oyc.s new light each day descend ; Until a perfect glory Hood thy way ! See my poor offering at thy feet I lay, Only the garb of what I truly send ; When morn shall anile the uii.-ls of night ii way j On each’ succeeding birthday, if wo wend, Ways separate, look on llieso, hear me say— Still iu my heart thou dwellcst, 0 my friend ! Frances M. Fames’ "Whip aw a,
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New Zealand Mail, Issue 1267, 11 June 1896, Page 12
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506AT THE SIGN OF THE LYRE. New Zealand Mail, Issue 1267, 11 June 1896, Page 12
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