THE HOME-COMIMG.

New Zealand Graphic, 27 June 1906, Page 64

THE HOME-COMIMG.

The blue flag flutters down, Tbe four red stars droop limply from tW mast. And through the incredulous town. Shuttered and silent, steals a whispered dread. And In the grief filled pause men question, ’’Dead?” The huge dynamic will has peace at last! Dead on the sea. his prow Turned gladly home, tired with his triumphing. Ready for quiet now In God’s Own Country that he loved the best, In mourning state now moves he to hid rest: Like a dead viking chief*s his home coming! Dead in his stalwart prime. Crowned with the laurel uf a life work done. Death chooses his own time. But the wuru war-horse stirs to the last call. And he falls fighting, as he wished to fall: At his high zenith the high prize is won. Secure in his renown. From petty carpings Death gives him reprieve; Let the fierce waves die down; cum him up broadly: he was human, whole. Harm was his heart and big his valiant soul. To smaller men his littlenesses leave, hy Death deposed. Ue ami< ? a nation’s sorrowing. The unfinished book is closed. ' e3 J^ ed lhe soui that fiercely in him burnn<VAmSi Rest - the ° dl -'- **• Mat King! S 13St tre ’ ty witll a mightier „ ARTHUR H. ADAMS. Hawera, June 15th.