COO’S ACRE.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XIII, Issue XV, 13 October 1894, Page 356

COO’S ACRE.

BY SHIRLEY WYNNE. A quiet spot upon the brow Of the hill, Beneath the pine-trees’ serried row, Cool and still ; And ev’iywheie wild flowers grow As they will. Upon the grass the sunbeams rest, Pouring through The scented ash-tree’s bloomy crest, Wet with dew— One white cloud like an angel blest, In the bine. Mournfully within the shade Coos the dove. While rhe lark from jonder glade S >ars above. One sings • Death one, undismayed, ‘ Life and Love !’ 'Tis a fair and holy spot, Full of peace : Here, where cares are all forgot, Sorrows cease ; Ev’ry heart from earth’s sad lot Hath release. Here unmarked the slow hours die Sweet and slow ; Undisturbed the sleepers lie, All their woe. All their pain and grief, gone by Long ago. When I end my pilgrimage, 1 wonld creep Into this green hermitage Hush and deep. And, thns turning Life's last page, Also sleep 1