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IN MEMORY OF M. F.

The orient wealth of infant morn

Lay buihed in a mesh of pearl, E'er the shadow* slipped from the wonders born, ' The life of our transient world. The angel imiled as she struck the scroll.

And swept through the radiant cleft. God's consummate peace to the troubled soul, I God's meisage, my mission— rest. Best, nay not death, our Saviour called it sleepDeath in its blank omnipotence is chtll ; ' Sleep, dreamiest rest, as the mate meisage willed, Bleep coldly void, yet, ah 1 our saviour sleep. [| Sleep to bis lassie,— to his tired lamb rest ; ; Ah 1 endless rest, o'er thee, our tears are shed. For the dull, heavy blank our loss has made ; Not that God failed in knowing what was best. Sometimes, nay always in our selfish pain, We think the tears we ihed, are for our lost, ■ And w.eeping, moan the harshness of our Grots ; While each tear marks our sleeping darling's gain. But thou wert young, so young, so pure and fair. Life in thee, the embodiment of truth, And for thy wondrous sweetnesi and thy youth, We weeping part, yet, dear, commune in prayer. The world was all before thee, and thy feet Pressed on life's purple margin, ermine bound. lAh I sweet deserter, in thy Jife new found, Doth not our sterile longing make thee weep t How like a Naroia at glo-tming's calm. Plucked from tbe moon-jplashed vapour ef the lake,

Pale golden hearted.— yet its freehness makes More sure and frail the beauteous tv/eok at dawn. A cord low wandering over endleis wires, In being half an echo, half a dream, t tilled, e'er the perfect touch awoke the theme Of heavenly pureuess, on tbe quickening lyre. Asleep- God's blessed sleep to those he loves— The sleep our Saviour entered for our sake ; Through its deep calm He pasted, like theeto wake Sweet (harer, in hia father's endless love.

— Muta.

Oteutau, May 26

It Is said that old maids wear mittens to keep chaps off. The most effectual means of keeping the chaps off is to neglect the gradually increasing number ef grey threads that will In time mar the most beautiful hair and attractive appearance. But Mr* S. A. Allen's World's Hair Restorer is a perfect remedy for this unfortunate defeot, and will speedily restore grey or faded hair to the colour and beauty of youth. Sold everywhere.

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Otago Witness, Issue 1945, 4 June 1891, Page 33

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IN MEMORY OF M.F. Otago Witness, Issue 1945, 4 June 1891, Page 33

IN MEMORY OF M.F. Otago Witness, Issue 1945, 4 June 1891, Page 33

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