COMING BACK.

Taranaki Herald, Volume XLI, Issue 9280, 5 January 1892, Page 4

COMING BACK.

They cay if our beloved dead Should seek the old familiar place, Some stranger would be there instead, And they would find no welcome face. I cannot tell how it might be In other homes ; but this I know, Could my lost darling come to me That she would never find it so. Ofttimes the flowers have come and gone, Ofttimes the winter winds have blown, The while her peaceful rest went on, And I have learned to live alone. . Have slowly learned from day to day, In all life's tasks to bear ray part ; But whethor grave or whether gay, I hide her memory in my heart. Fond, faithful lovo has blest my way, And fricndß are round me true and tried, Thoy havo their places ; hers to-day Is empty as the day sbo died. How would I spring with bated breath, And joy too deep for word or sign, To take my darling home from death, ' And once'again to call her mine ! I dare not dream the blissful dream, , It fills my heart with wild unrest ; Where yonder cold, whito marbles gleam, &he still must slumber; God knows best. But this I know, that those who say ; Our best beloved would find no place, Have never hungered, overy day, Through years and years, for one dear face. —Public Opinion. A liberal education is one that has cost the boy's father a great deal of monoy. Tho groat want of tho age(d) is to bo young again.