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Star (Christchurch), Issue 3553, 30 August 1879, Page 3

PROLOGUE. : There comes a timo when too inconstant Health, j Who erst bad lavished all her blandishments. 'And set her roseate seal on feoble man, Sproada oat her lustrous wings, and takes to flight, And only pauses in her wanton baate . To mook the viotim who, the hour before, Was basking in the sunßhine of her smile. Nor lives there in this breathing world of onra One single soul who, with a trustful iheart, Can calmly claim exemption from thit fate Which brings a pallor to the cheek of health. Or makes mad musio in the fevered brain, . And sets the pulses wildly beating time. ! Not one escapes, not one is wholly free, • And yet, a blessed privilege remains, : We all can odd our mite when eaoh in turn ; Lies sick and helpless on the bed of pain. We all can spare a sympathetic word, And poor a Bweet nepenthe on the heart, Whloh, like a stricken doe, with pleading eyes Appeals with cad mute oloqnence for aid, We can, at least, observe the Golden Balei While Heaven looks down and smiles upon th« deed.