| James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902. | | | | December 3 | | A Grave in Samoa | | By John Macfarlane |
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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! | |
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| No strife his resting mars! | 5 |
| And yet we deem far off from tropic steeps | |
| His spirit cleaves the pathway of the storm, | |
| Where dark Tantallon keeps. | |
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| For still in plaintive woe, | |
| By haunting mem’ry of his yearning led, | 10 |
| The wave-worn Mother of the misty strand | |
| Mourns for her absent dead: | |
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| Ah! bear him gently home, | |
| To where Dunedin’s streets are quaint and gray, | |
| And ruddy lights across the steaming rains | 15 |
| Shine soft at close of day! | | | |
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