LYRIC FROM THE POETS

New Zealand Times, Volume XXXIII, Issue 7847, 8 July 1911, Page 13

LYRIC FROM THE POETS

I remember, I remember, Tho house where I was born. The little window where the sun j Came peeping in at morn He never came a wink too soon, i Nor brought too long a day, t But now L often wish tho night % Had borne my breath away! , I reraemljcr, I remember. The roses, red and white. The vi'lots and tho Ely cups, f Those flowers made of light! , The lilacs where tho robin built, ' .And whore my brother set / " The laburnum on his birthday—--9 The tree is living yet! j I remember, I remember, The fir trees dark and high, I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky It was a childish ignorance, But now Tis little joy i To know Em farther off from Heaven Than when I was a boy! TOM HOOB.

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