HAVELOCK-AUGUST 16th, 1918.
A name and date upon this page A hand is writing here; Strange that the mind which guides the hand Ere long will disappear. The writing traced hereon may live When hand and mind are gone, The hand returned to kindred dust, The Mind will it live on? Its whence or whither none ma v know, Or what its history; Its coming or its going art* Involved in mystery. W° live, we suffer anil enjoy. Nor know the reason why; In vain we try to solve it, till The end comes and we die. We die! We wonder what is Death? Is it the end? Ah! no, ’Tis but the oass : ng of the breath That bids the spirit go. Unseen, impalpable, and vet \ something that’s within, Says “with the shedding < ( the clay A new life will begin ” All we can do is wait, and wish It free of earthly ills; Man lives and dies, and in the His destinv fulfils. —W H.S.
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White Ribbon, Volume 24, Issue 282, 18 December 1918, Page 15
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