THE EVENING'S LAMENT.
O'er the land the eve was weeping, Sadly weeping. All the flowers, she cried a-moaning, Now are sleeping. Lo ! I bend me o'er the grasses, Saying sadly— " Would that I like thee might rest me, O, so gladly." I must journey, ever weary — O, so weary ! To a land beyond the ocean, Very dreary. Then again I back must traverse, Resting never ; O'er the trees 1 bend me weepingWeeping ever. When approaching none do greet me— Greet me gladly ; All do bow their heads in slumber, Leave me sadly. When they waken in the morningGolden morning — Lo 1 my pearly teardrops glisten, Them adorning. Oh, that some sweet tree or floweret Now would waken 1 Then would I not feel so lonely— So forsaken. E'en were I to call a leaflet ' Not in vain, Then I Bhould not o'er them wecpixg Bend again. But I know that I must wander Lonely ever; Pleadingvainly, ever vainlyResting never. And while earth is calmly sleeping Peaceful sleep, I must ever, o'er it bending, Lonely weep. Ada A. R. Ludford.
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Otago Witness, Issue 2080, 4 January 1894, Page 45
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179THE EVENING'S LAMENT. Otago Witness, Issue 2080, 4 January 1894, Page 45
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