"THE DEPARTED FRIEND."
(By Robert Louis Stevenson.) Though he that ever kind and true Kept stoutly step by step with you, Your . whole, long, gusty lifetime through, Be gone a while before— Be now a moment gone before. Yet doubt not: anon the seasons shall restore Your friend to you. He has but turned a corner—still He pushes on with right good' will Through mire and marsh, by hough, and hill, That self-same arduous way— That self-same upland, hopeful way That you and he through many- a doubtful day Attempted still. He is not dead this friend—not dead, But in the path we mortals tread Got some few, trifling steps ahead And nearer to the end, So that you, too, onee' past the bend, Shall meet again, as face to face, this friend You fancy dead. Push gayly on, strong heart: the while You travel forward, mile bv mile. He loiters with a backward smile Till you can overtake. And strains his eyes to search his wake, Or, whistling, as he sees you through the brake, Waits on a stile.
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Wairarapa Age, Volume XXV, Issue 10713, 23 September 1913, Page 2
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180"THE DEPARTED FRIEND." Wairarapa Age, Volume XXV, Issue 10713, 23 September 1913, Page 2
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