DIED OF WOUNDS.
Dear, you arc dead, —not in the death that leaves, For those you loved, bleak emptiness in store ; The cheerless out leek of cue heart that grieves, i Knocking impotcntly at death's grey door. Seeking for light with eyes half blind with tears, To sorrow pledged thro' all the weary years. ISTo! Love abides; its sacred bonds embrace The quick, the dead, the body and the soul; These powers endure thro' fret of time and space, Making of life and death one perfect whole: Thus love is faith and faith the living breath That wake 3 the spirit from ita shroud of death. So, in these days of waiting and unrest, I go ni}- way—a lonely road, uphill, But knowing that your presence doubly blest, Braver, immortalised, is with me still, Till, side by side, at length we venture, free, Across the threshold of Eternity. —W. S. Tenxant.
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Otago Witness, Issue 3275, 20 December 1916, Page 54
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151DIED OF WOUNDS. Otago Witness, Issue 3275, 20 December 1916, Page 54
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