THE LAST HOPE
" There remaineth, therefore, a rest."
Shall my life go on, like a wandering spark, . Or be swallowed and lost in the ambient dark,
Or return to the unknown Giver ? What matter? When rid of its unquiet guest, I know that my wearied frame shall rest,
No more with pain to quiver. On a bed of mould and a pillow of clay, In a Idnd where Oblivion rules alway, In a sleep that breaks not with breaking day —
The sleep of for ever and ever !
J. LIDDELL KiSLLY,
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New Zealand Illustrated Magazine, 1 December 1900, Page 232
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90THE LAST HOPE New Zealand Illustrated Magazine, 1 December 1900, Page 232
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