THE GRAVE OF MICHAEL DWYER.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XVI, Issue 15, 3 August 1888, Page 19

THE GRAVE OF MICHAEL DWYER.

Alien mms „„ yoni Aa r ° | M d },CR, CR ■tier fond arms rocking you into rest ! You who lov«J her, would have died for her Gladly suffered and bled, ' SftS 1 ?»? ye W? v Bi^ hed for her, Bating the exile's bitter bread, The hand of the stranger fashioned your bed. Ob, I think you tosaed in a fever Lying there underground, While the scentless blossoms flaunted for ever Over your heaped grave mound, And the songless birds flashed by with no sound. The sunlight splendour, fierce and mysterious Beat on your lonely grave : J HWsri ous, £ lay tber ewith y°°r lips delirious Moaning of wind and wave, ' And of ringing etreamß that the green ferns lave. The restless life of the tropical forest Panting, fainting for home, ' For the happy grass where the daisies bloom. 6^ *"■■ And the pearly clouds from the westward flying • Clear the blackbird piped i n the shadows iWh m v, tbe tWillgdt - dew y and Pray The thrush was singing her heart away! The kills stood up in the Summer weather Veiled with a fiery mist ; we » lQ er, Gold and purple Went on the heather ttose and silver and amethyst On the mystic peaks that the sunlight kissed. Sweet the days when you and your Mary Love and laughter knew y Up id the clouds of that mountain eyrie If you had been less true Never gray sorrow had gloomed on yon. B wS Cbl H ' C °? ld yy ° U paBS deeding. Wbile on the plains below h The true sons fought for tbeir own land bleeding ? But" th/^ 6 W^' S llpß Were asben with wS 8 But they smiled as they whispered " Go 1" In that desolate year of Forrow, Th fl g u athered him flower and fruit • Thick h.s bar.e«t stood in the furrow • The heart of the land was broken and mute The great hopc 3 lying slain underfoot. ' WOW Ou D tm r th agle flledf lled With the BWall °% Uut in the mist and rain bouth, where never an eye could follow - AH in a gray day heavy w.th pain ' itlavrone ! and Lev.r came borne again. Never sent a mcßßage or tok tk I u lhe days aDd the years Tn . n7/ nt> iT i th h is brave beart b^ken T?b t u° ' hr ° Ush his Wll(1 compeers ' Like other men with hfeshopea and fears. But the lines of pain on his forehead Deepened day after day Bound the strength of his ii ps we re scored • 'teTnl bb ° meß ' Death Olden thatches. The hghted casements at eventidelUl the pierced heart turned from its pain and died I :

xne dewy grass for your tricding-sheet! The children'B laughter merry and shrill, 1 jSS »f f erD that hath wa * ed ab °™ you Bentt I 7 °u F greßn grave's head , J ' #«?„ 7 ° ne who doth you • Many a prayer, she said, 7 ' Koeehng long by your lonely bed. B ' 6 °J my £dle faQ «ies, ah for the love of you. '