DEATH.
If it be sleep, then God defend our sleep: For we have yielded Him our young desires, Our passion of sweet madness to o’erleap This round of earth, outracing starry fires, Our ardours straining toward dim aureoles That seemed His signals on the midnigh l
way Where His true hosts of home-returning
souls Gleamed in the welcome of a rising day. Our altar fires are out that once did burn As the red gjm. To earth we yield us up. From her low door we came, and we return Sure only of a bed, nor bite, nor sup, Now let Him who blows out our candle light Defend our dreams from perils of the night. —Alice Brown, in the Atlantic Monthly.
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Otago Witness, Issue 3854, 24 January 1928, Page 74
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122DEATH. Otago Witness, Issue 3854, 24 January 1928, Page 74
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