DREAMS ON MOUNT EDEN.

Auckland Star, Volume XLVI, Issue 229, 25 September 1915, Page 18

DREAMS ON MOUNT EDEN.

Ob. scene of rar«> delight! Far bill*, fair n> I Us. am! nil embracing none ! stand entranced on Eden'a KrnK.iy height. Fanned by the balmy breexc. The horlionn dlntant rlro l.« purpled by the • hniln of guardian hills Have where, 'mid fur blue ware*, lie tilurr'd and (lira Oar Island >enlliiels. And mini on either hand Kml!et to the »un the blue and stiver •Cβ. Hlppllne. I know, along the tawny sand With lulling melody. Oh. that I had the power Yon sordid city to annihilate: To annul the years, and. but for one short hour, The pu! re animate: Bo mnilnc. I aat down I'ndfr the hlKpirlncs of th» piny glade. Set like a wreath below tho inounLa!n» crown. And slept beneath Its shade. "Slept!" nid I, dimming, ile«p? Stern face*, nhadowy forma, around mc throne. Climb In their hundreds, and In alienee creep The rampart's edge along. ParkFonip the dawn, and chill: And aoun shall rise the last cold wintry sun For many a wnrrlor on the fortress-hill Where now the Fights begun. Aloe! ADd Ins the Past. 'Mid olil romance, grim memories In store? Yon grisly ti-«r Is fading, fading fast: Vet would I dream once more— Drpftm nf the deor, dead days When lofty forests clothed the countryside, Sweeping down darkly to the watery ways lv Hues of stately pride. Scablrds. fin pinions white, Soared then, ns now, o'er the rejoicing w"a vc; Stooped then, as now, to glittering waters bright, Their weary wings to lave. But see, far. far away A mighty, monstrous "bird" comes awift and mi re, Dearer of will—ih '. who shall say, To this love, silent shore? ' ClTlllßntlon cornea— Commercial greed—and hordes of hungry men: Aud war's alarms, and guns, and beat of drums, Inevitable, then! A dream more sweet, more kind! As countless as the twinkling blades 01 grass. Slow pacing, and with fond arms Intertwined. I sec the Lovers pass! Hush! Here tho very air Is vocal with a thousand ccholngn sweet Of low words murmured In these green ways fair. Trodden by lingering feet. ICtcrnnl ns the tune Of lark upsprlnglng to the morning skies: ISternal an the murmuring wavelets , croon Of Nature's lullabies. The old. eternal tale, ToM In the glamour of the RTimrner noon, Or whlHpered In the gleam of Ktarllght pule. Or underneath the moon. l»riinn«, dreams! la life a drenra? 1 A Imttlpueld? A weary tile bnlf told? Nay, lift thine eyes: You western sky aglcam I Gilds day's last thoughts with gold! •ship. —E. BLVTH.