IN MEMORIAM.

Southland Times, Issue 16692, 22 March 1911, Page 6

IN MEMORIAM.

The world looks on with a callous mien, Nor reeks of another’s pain; And gives not a thought to the great unseen, But regards it solely as “only a dream,” •That is but a myth, or a vapour, they ween, A Land of “no waking again.”

But the soul rebels 'gainst this infidel lore, Which would have it believe it will meet no more The souls of the loved who have “gone before,” Now freed from each sorrow and sigh; And cries out, in its mighty great yearning, for aid, To the great Master-mind who all lesser ones made. And the whisper comes back to it, “Be not afraid,” For I, of a truth am nigh.

Ah! ye who would fain place your mean little aim, On a par with a power that’s supernal; Pause well, even now, while yet on the brink Of the river, called Death, of which you must drink: For there is no escape, whate’er you may think, From the future that must be eternal.

And what more could one long for, or wish, or ddslre, Than, to kindle again Love’s half-forgot fire. When we’ve passed through the gloom of Death’s portal? And’in a far brighter Celestial sphere, Where all is made right that so troubles us here, \ To arise, like the Phoenix, re-filled with new breath, Anil soar with bright wings from the Valley of Death To the land of the true and immortal. GEORGE D. NEWMAN. East Invercargill, IS tli March, 1911.