Epitaph.
(J. E. BAKTON.) The field where men fm* little trophies vie. The hollow acclamation lightly won. Allured him not; he loved the quirt sky, Wide spaces, and the universal sun. His spirit, native to the mountain air. ’ Stumbled through maishy valleys down to death; Broken in frame, he smiled to cheat despair And strove to sing with thin, impeded breath. He lies beneath: iu life he vainly tried To breathe large notes upon a Hute to® slim; Unuttered raptures filled him till be died; Pray for his soul; his songs are dead with him.
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Bibliographic details
New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXII, Issue XXI, 21 May 1904, Page 22
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95Epitaph. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXII, Issue XXI, 21 May 1904, Page 22
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