DEAD LEAVES.
O ye, that turn the pages of the past, And leaf by leaf recall the vanished days— Here tear-bedimmed, here, lit by sunny raysSay shall ye find throughout that volume vast One line ye understand ? One thought not cast, All sore and shrivelled in the burning blaze Of these your ever deviating ways, Into that grave where ye shall lie at last ?
Just as one man that lives and dies may be The sire of countless millions yet unborn, So are all Hashing thoughts eternally But children of that past ye treat with scorn. Ye know not all of that your backward lot For so remembered, things are still forgot. W. SATCHEL!
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume IX, Issue 23, 4 June 1892, Page 563
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114DEAD LEAVES. New Zealand Graphic, Volume IX, Issue 23, 4 June 1892, Page 563
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