WEEP NOT FOR ME.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 11512, 7 October 1915, Page 4

WEEP NOT FOR ME.

- If I should die, let no one mourn my loss, For there is nothing in this earthly dross That warrants e'er a sign, a moan, a tear. I am unworthy that my distant bier Should cause a single soul, to droop with pain. Rather bo thankful that the Fates ordain That I should sink beneath the Sen of Life, Witless of half the cares of mortal strife. Let no one mourn because my Soul was young, For all things worth the einging I have sung. 0! I have tasted joys more light tban air, And grovelled deep in pita of black despair. Life's a fair flow'r that blooms in Youth's heyday, Scented with sweetness, and of colour But, & e ; er the sea, has clasped the blazing sun, The beauty's faded and the fragrance done. Therofore rejoice that my fresh stem lias been Plucked by the hand of such a peerless queen As Chivalry. I have not done enough that I should make A single eyelid quiver, l'or my saj*e May no heart-pangs let loose the pentup flood. Think not of me as of a chemhed bud, But as a blossom opened to the skies— Whose petals fall, whose perfume never dies. . Dream not of me as gone before my prime— There ne'er could be so noble, apt a time As now to diq. Know this as well—that what the Battlefield Foi bids jne on Art's Altar- rich to yield, Shall still be rendered up in days to •Wlien°Lifo is sweeter and the heavens less glum. Therefore rejoice! Let no portentous look .... Presage a. sadness weeping cannot brook; 1 Let memories of me bo true ana brave — , ~ ... _ I would not like to tlilnk the lite I you woe. Be proud, not With G gloon), as though some frightful shame had spi;nt Its fury on your house. I die —what then. I am but one 'nn>ng countless riner men.