POETRY.

Auckland Star, Volume XVIII, Issue 254, 29 October 1887, Page 3 (Supplement)

POETRY.

BURNS FROM THE SPIRIT WORLD.

Ye ken I'm what the world pa's deed, My flesh the worms has served to feed, And fertilise fu' mony a weed. And blossom bonnic, But yetacontielifellead. " \, As bly the as ony. Hero is the native land o T spirit, Where folks their true deserts inherit, And find the bliss nnd peace they merit* Nae mair no les^;.. ■. \. My soul has peace and love to cheer it Wi' happiness. Altho' some preachers fain do tell I'm roasting in that horrid hell, They ding in folks' lugs like a bell, ■ Butdinnab'.ieveit. I found the name I made mysql And aft' can leave it. Ac af ten frae my name up higher, I watch the dhiels that strike thG lyre, And for the base o' fame aspire In rounds o' sang. Their mitds wi' noble thoughts to Inspire And sleep alang. The upright honest-hearted man, Who tries to do the best he can, Need never fear the Church's bant Or hell's damnaticfn, For God will need nae "special plan For his salvation. The one who knows our deepest needs Recks little how man counts his,beada. For righteousness is not in creeds Or solemn faces, But rather is in kindly deeds And Christian graces. So never fear with purpose leal, A head to think and a heart to feel, For human woo and human weal; Nae preaching loon Your sabred birthright ere can steal To heaven aboon. Wi'loving kindness will he Wait, . Till a' the prodigals o' fate y Return into their fair estate, And blessings mony, Nor will he close the garden gate O' heaven on ony.