SO IT IS TRUE.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XX, Issue 25, 8 April 1892, Page 11

SO IT IS TRUE.

♦ Hebe's a friend who says that sorrow Comes to«day or comes to-morrow, Here's a long face who is moaning I Tell him death is far away I Let dull age go weep and pray ; Heed not grief, the ghost there, groaning, Who would cloud the jocund day I Ab, they say that anguish found them, Men cut down with battle roand them — (Hear the boys there gayly singiDg !) In some region far away 1 What care we who laugh to-day ? Bring no tears, whate'er you're bringing ; Honour to the jocund day ! What's that sound that cools our laughter ? What's that form that follows after 1 Funeral music sadly sounded — One more man is turned to clay. Let dull age go weep and pray I Youth by death was ne'er confounded. Long shall shine our jocund day I Ob, my dear one, to my weeping Marble silence steroly keeping, Lying there ia hreathless blindnessDeath is never far away. Even youth can weep and pray 1 Lips that loved have lost their kindness ; Dead are they, this bitter day I —Rose Hawthohne Lathbop in February Scnbner.