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!
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 steeps
His spirit cleaves the pathway of the storm,
Where dark Tantallon keeps.
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 strand
Mourns for her absent dead:
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 rains
Shine soft at close of day!
To where Dunedin’s streets are quaint and gray,
And ruddy lights across the steaming rains
Shine soft at close of day!
Robert Louis Stevenson died Dec. 3, 1894
John Macfarlane [aka John Arbory] (1857-1914) Canada (born in Scotland)
Source: A Grave in Samoa, John Macfarlane, Privately produced pamphlet, Montreal, 1897
Source: A Grave in Samoa, John Macfarlane, Privately produced pamphlet, Montreal, 1897
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