THE LOST ONE.
In the softened light of the afterglow, Ip the lingering hush of eventide, As the vesper bells were chimiug slow, My Enid left my side. As pure as the ciystals of snow, As the down on a seabird's breast, She whispered, " Dear love, I go To the home of perfect rest." Softly, gently, she breathed her last, And the lights of the dying day 0)i her beautiful face their radiance cast, But the scral had passed away. Like the lingering lights of the west, On their journey to the land of sleep, S ic dnfted from my arms to rest Where the angels their vigils keep. My Enid, my only love, To-night sad memories throng 1 , A? I seem to hear your voice above Iv the chorus of angels' song. I am left with but memory's sting 1 , A--, I roam the wide world o'er, And Time moves on with leaden wing, For my heart is glad no more. The memoiy of the glorious past, As the years pass slowly by, Shall be with me until the last, For your memory, dear, shall never clie. Alton C. Richaeds.
Mount Arthur, July 1898.
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Otago Witness, Issue 2318, 4 August 1898, Page 41
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195THE LOST ONE. Otago Witness, Issue 2318, 4 August 1898, Page 41
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