SEA WHISPERS.
Over the moor to the cliff by the sea, Twixt the gorse aflame and the heather dead, There are twain that go hand in hand with me, Though the heart hears not their rhythmic tread. One sings in. my ear, all sweet and low, An old-world song to a melody Of a funeral dirge of long ago, And her voice is the voice of a far-off sea And one, ah ! never a word she saith, As they twain go hand in hand with me ; She is Hope, who followeth after death— And the other, her name is Memory. May Sinclair in the ' Fall Mall Magazine.
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Tuapeka Times, Volume XXV, Issue 4252, 26 June 1895, Page 5
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107SEA WHISPERS. Tuapeka Times, Volume XXV, Issue 4252, 26 June 1895, Page 5
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