FELO DE SE.

New Zealand Tablet, 22 January 1920, Page 13

FELO DE SE.

My path is o'er the midnight sea— Tho portals of eternity Yawn open ! open ! waiting me! And death shall end this misery; White cloud! O bear me on with theo Across the gloom of the unknown— I fear this flight alone ! alone ! A star breaks from tho silent sky— Down ! down! where the dead worlds lie! 'Tis but a dream to die —to —die — Why do I doubt now the goal is nigh? The cup of lifo is bitter dry— Nought but dregs in a broken bowl, And yetand yet 1 fear daunts my soul. The foam-lipped waves lick round the shore Where Charon waits upon his oar; Why do I fear the open door? A plunge! and doubt shall be no more! And darkness deep shall close mo o'er What dread is this that looms upon . Tho threshold of oblivion? . "- Haste! link thy craven soul with mine 1 ''•> My swift wings span the border lino That bounds this void of cold star-shine ./< Stay! spirit, stay! What fell design : f;i Is thy command ? What lure is thine That bids me seek the sullen tide? ■■■■:•;•.•:■ : ; : .£:" Haste! fool, thou calledst! Suicide! '■'•'*£ —Harold Gallagher. Christchurch. . :,.;■,- - : J-'j^*^: