[Editor: A poem by “W.H.”. Published in the Sydney Gazette and New South Wales Advertiser, 3 September 1836.]
Yes, while affection has dominion here,
That sound will softly vibrate on the ear;
The scene though distant far, will still be new,
Where the last words were heard — dear friend adieu.
But is there not a balm to soothe the mind,
And cause the stubborn will to be resigned?
O yes, religion’s power assists a few
To be submissive, though they bid adieu.
For when the stream of time is ebbing fast,
And all the wills of life are nearly past,
Their heavenly home faith will present to view,
Where never will be heard the sound adieu.
Sydney Gazette and New South Wales Advertiser (Sydney, NSW), 3 September 1836, p. 3