WHEN I AM DEAD.

Sun (Christchurch), Volume V, Issue 1360, 22 June 1918, Page 10

WHEN I AM DEAD.

I would not have yon mourn when I nin dead. And find but thorns where roses used to Nor "would I have you thrall to useless woe. Heealling ineniories of days long lied; I would not have you Mud the rose less red, Or miss the magic of the afterglow, Or mark the world's eternal ebb and now. Heedless of noble strife, or lustre shed. Yet haplv as you rend some verse of love When dappled Maine makes lovely all the wesl. Or wander pensive by a tv iiit sea. While start, grow golden in the sky above. Murmur mv name and best," Murmur my name and smile, remembering me. -Claude Houghton in "Colour."