GREAT AND SMALL.
Strange ! how the trifles sting In the face of a greater thing: Death. And it is noE the ache Of our hearts nigh to break That is hardest to bear — But the thought that now ne’er Shall ho know' again Spring flow'ers and the rain, The look of green grass Where the little winds pass, Or the gold crocuses bloom When they pierce earth’s tomb ; Small things of the day, Silly jokes saved to say When ho came. Never more Shall his hand on the door Stir our hearts, make us glad In the swift way ho had, Ho alone, when he smiled Like a big, happy child. Strange ! how the trifles sting In the face of a greater thing. Edith Dart, in the New Witness.
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New Zealand Tablet, 15 July 1920, Page 13
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129GREAT AND SMALL. New Zealand Tablet, 15 July 1920, Page 13
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