A GRAVE IN SAMOA
THE wild birds strangely call,And silent dawns and purple eves are here,Where Southern stars upon his grave look down,Calm-eyed and wondrous clear!No strife his resting mars!And yet we deem far off from tropic steepsHis spirit cleaves the pathway of the storm,Where dark Tantallon keeps.For still in plaintive woe,By haunting mem'ry of his yearning led,The wave-worn Mother of the misty strandMourns for her absent dead:"Ah! bear him gently home,To where Dunedin's streets are quaint and gray,And ruddy lights across the steaming rainsShine soft at close of day!"
THE wild birds strangely call,And silent dawns and purple eves are here,Where Southern stars upon his grave look down,Calm-eyed and wondrous clear!No strife his resting mars!And yet we deem far off from tropic steepsHis spirit cleaves the pathway of the storm,Where dark Tantallon keeps.For still in plaintive woe,By haunting mem'ry of his yearning led,The wave-worn Mother of the misty strandMourns for her absent dead:"Ah! bear him gently home,To where Dunedin's streets are quaint and gray,And ruddy lights across the steaming rainsShine soft at close of day!"
THE wild birds strangely call,And silent dawns and purple eves are here,Where Southern stars upon his grave look down,Calm-eyed and wondrous clear!
THE wild birds strangely call,
And silent dawns and purple eves are here,
Where Southern stars upon his grave look down,
Calm-eyed and wondrous clear!
No strife his resting mars!And yet we deem far off from tropic steepsHis spirit cleaves the pathway of the storm,Where dark Tantallon keeps.
No strife his resting mars!
And yet we deem far off from tropic steeps
His spirit cleaves the pathway of the storm,
Where dark Tantallon keeps.
For still in plaintive woe,By haunting mem'ry of his yearning led,The wave-worn Mother of the misty strandMourns for her absent dead:
For still in plaintive woe,
By haunting mem'ry of his yearning led,
The wave-worn Mother of the misty strand
Mourns for her absent dead:
"Ah! bear him gently home,To where Dunedin's streets are quaint and gray,And ruddy lights across the steaming rainsShine soft at close of day!"
"Ah! bear him gently home,
To where Dunedin's streets are quaint and gray,
And ruddy lights across the steaming rains
Shine soft at close of day!"