O GENTLE DEATH!
O gentle Death, who on the baby eyes Hast laid thy tender hand and bid them close, Hast hushed our darling to the Bweet repose That knows no dreams, and Btilled the wailing cries We could not understand : — how safe he lies Within thy sheltering arms ! Nor fears nor foes Can now assail him ; earthly toils and woes He hath not known. And, oh, the glad surprise Of his awakening, face to face with Him Who gave and took away ; whose home of rest Is thronged with little children, sinless, blest, And guarded by the shining Cherubim For evermore 1 O Death ! our eyes are dim And wet with tears, and yet — He knoweth best.
— Francis W. Grey.
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New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXIV, Issue 51, 23 April 1897, Page 16
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121O GENTLE DEATH! New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXIV, Issue 51, 23 April 1897, Page 16
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