"PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE AND DEATH."
You say that I love my life Too well, and it may be so. I love its peace, I love its strife, Its glamour, its gleam its glow. The mountains, the ocean's wrath,
The tiniest stream that sings, The robins that flit across my path,
The flash of the eagle's wings. I am glad when the day is born And glad whon the day is done; I kiss my hand at tho rosy morn
Aud smile at the setting sun, The blossom will fall to dust
That I wear on my breast to-day; To-morrow will give me roses just
As fresh and fair aud gay. Loving my life so woll, You think I must dread to go To the strange beyond. Nay, nay, I tell You, just as I long to know. All the fullness that can betide
This life of mortal breath, All joy aud pain, since men have died
I, too, would taste of death
It is worth one's while to live Just to look on the sea and sky; And just to know what death can give It is worth one's while to die. —Oarlotta Perry.
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Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume LVIII, Issue 8940, 14 December 1907, Page 10
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