WHERE SLEEP THE DEAD.
Pray! what is lite but one short clay — A" fleeting hour, a passing night ? Before the living from their play Have time to turn, 'tis past! 'tis night 1 A cry of pain, a glcom profound. And still through all life flows apace; In the churchyard another mound — Another last, long lesting-place. Ihey sink to rest, ?.i sea. on land. In splendid vault, or pauper's grave, Uncofficcd on the ocean's strand, Or deep bsneath the tossing wave. Above them, as the years go by. The countries chas-ge from hand to hand, But restful 'ueath the turf they he Though fire and sword devast the land. The battle on the tumbling -waves With thuncl'rinsr noise and roar does shake The low foundations of their graves; But naught on earth can make them wake. And so they pleep at <=ea. on land. In coral cave, or duiJ. cold ground, Uncofliiied on the ocean's strand. To wait the last loud t •' > >• ' - i— A. S Z>-~-.-.*:xzi.. 1
Permanent link to this item
https://paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/OW19081216.2.306
Bibliographic details
Otago Witness, Issue 2857, 16 December 1908, Page 86
Word Count
167WHERE SLEEP THE DEAD. Otago Witness, Issue 2857, 16 December 1908, Page 86
Using This Item
Allied Press Ltd is the copyright owner for the Otago Witness. You can reproduce in-copyright material from this newspaper for non-commercial use under a Creative Commons New Zealand BY-NC-SA licence. This newspaper is not available for commercial use without the consent of Allied Press Ltd. For advice on reproduction of out-of-copyright material from this newspaper, please refer to the Copyright guide.
Log in