POETRY

Alexandra Herald and Central Otago Gazette, Issue 347, 1 January 1903, Page 2

POETRY

LIFE'S PATHS. It's a wonderful world we're in, my dear, A wonderful world, they say. And blest they be who may wander free Wherever a wish may stray; Who spread their sails to the arctic gales, * lOr bask in the tropic's bowers While we must ktep to the foot path steep. In this workaday life of ours. For smooth is the road for the few, my dear, And wide are the ways they roam; Oar feet are led where the millions tread, Tn the worn, old lanes of home. And the years may flow for weal or woe, And the frost may follow the flowers, Oar steps are bound to the selfsame round. In this workaday life of oars. But narrow oar path may be, my dear, And simple the scenes in view. A heart like thus and a love like mine Will carry us bravely through. With a happy song we'll trudge along, And smile on the shine or showers, g And well ease the pack on a brother's

back, v. . V By thiß workaday life of ours. —Joe Lincoln, in.' Cape Cod Ballads.

MUTE MOMENTS. When purest joys or deepest Borrows Fill ub to the brim with feeling,--When in the boul'b most secret chambers . Sopremest seems the heart's appealing—- * Thin, cruellest stress of oar estate, We lean there inarticulate. Wordless are all our highest senses, Mate oar moments most fraagbt with meaning j The glow which to the fall intenses .Oar times and moods—some wondrous screening Keeps, whilßt we dwell above the sod, A. secret between as and God. Ah! only when, in Heaven only, The spirit from the flesh is free, Then, Barely then, the pent-up music Will hymn its final eestaßjr ; And many a mute one all lifelong i; . : Will burst divinely into song.