MONODY ON THE DEATH OF MR A. REID.
Gold, cold was the night, and the occau birds' scream Sounds shrill o'er the fierce foamy deep, As tho lost one arose from a shadowy dream To the deck where the wild billows sweep. His fond bosom yearned with a brotherly love, For the friend of his earliest years; Long severed by distance, his manly heart strove To banish past sorrows aud tears, Iv the joy of re-uuion — alas ! 'twas in vain For a tempest swept over the wave; Aud the vessel bent low to the dark yawning main, To lmrl him unseen to his grave. Thus lost to the world aud the friends he loved best, liis sad fate we all must deplore; His fine manly bosom by genius possest, Alas 1 we shall never see more. Oh ! Where is thy form, now lost ou the billow ? That secret no mortal can tell ; The dark heaving surge cau alone be thy pillow — Dear Alec for ever farewell. John Cross. Ilokitika, March 9 th.
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West Coast Times, Issue 2787, 8 March 1878, Page 2
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172MONODY ON THE DEATH OF MR A. REID. West Coast Times, Issue 2787, 8 March 1878, Page 2
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