DEATH: A SONNET.
When thou sbalt claim me, oh, thou mystic That hid'st thy chosen from! all mortal eyes! Thou link between this world and paradise, When thou shalt bear me far beyond the sun, To where are throned the ..saints, whose rest iz wen, Methinks that I shall see, with glad surprise, The glories of that world beyond the skies; The joy, the bliss of those whose race is run. Why should men fear thee, quiet, peaceful Death, For thou alone can'st ope the gate of gold— The entrance to our Father's dwelling-place? So, if I soon should draw my latest breath, I'll fear not what the future may unfold, Fox thou shalt bear me to my Father's face. Cathakine Harding, Dipton.
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Otago Witness, Issue 2928, 27 April 1910, Page 86
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123DEATH: A SONNET. Otago Witness, Issue 2928, 27 April 1910, Page 86
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