A Good Bye.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXX, Issue XV, 11 April 1903, Page 980

A Good Bye.

Bv OLIVE TILLY, A.C.

1 Beloved, does the Sun of Life Beat fiercely on thy face? Dost thou, too, seek along the way A shadowed resting-place? 2 Beloved, at the end of day I join thee in thy quest; For I, too, seek the hills of sleep, I also long for rest. 3 Beloved, through the noon-day glare, Go thou thy way alone, Lift thy sweet face above, belov’d, And let none hear thee moan. 4 Bravely for those golden gates That hide the hills of sleep, Bravely forward set thy steps, And let none see thee weep. 5 For this, I tell thee, my belov’d, T hear a song of rest, A promise told at end of day, I join thee in thy quest. 6 And we two, strong in faith, belov’d. Shall find the hills of sleep; We, too, shall pass beyond the gates. And pass beyond the deep. 7 So this I say to thee, belov’d, Go bravely on thy way; I may not aid thy steps, belov’d, I come at close of day.