VERSES OLD AND NEW.

Dominion, Volume 1, Issue 57, 30 November 1907, Page 13

VERSES OLD AND NEW.

-\y TnE' r UN WRITTEN SONG. Now,,whole's a.sbng for our small dear, ' With ' her quaint voice and her quick ear, To : iing—for gnats • and bats to hear— • At twilight in. her bed?. A song of ■ tiny elfin things, With ' shiny, silty, silvery wings, Footing it in fairy rings, ' ' • 'And kissing overhead. • A song; of starry -glow-worms'.;lights, In the -long grass on shadowy nights, And; flittipg showers; of fire-fly flights, ''Where' summer' woods hang deep. Of' hovering,"'noiseless owls thatufind Their'way at .dark; and of,,a kind And drowsy, drowsy oeeai\. wind, That puts the 1 sea to sleep'. ' But where's the sonp for onr small dear, WiUi hor quaint'voice and her quick ear, To'sing—for dreamland, to hear— And hush herself'to sleep? ;.' —Ford Madox Hueßer. THE -LOST 'BELL. ) The bell has dropped from the pitching buoy— (Steer -wide! Stand clear!). The •:warning voice is g<pe„ from the reef, With' its suddeni clangor' and: shaking griefBeware!' Run-clear! •"* * Sreir wide,- 0 mariner! Death lurks here!- ' .v'l . iWalreful,' it,hung in its iron (Steeiwide! Run clear!) . Clatter, and clang, when" the reef span'wild— Ecoiri and bang when the tides ratf mild— Bewiiro! Hold clear! '■ Have a care, mariner, Death lurks here! > Night, and moon, and dawn, and eve. (Sheer wide! Lie clear!) It shook, from the tumult of black and white, Its , boom of warning and clatter of fright— Steer: but!.; Run clear! '• •Wear: ship," mariner, Death- lurks here! . Tho hands of sea maids found the bell. All's, safe! , All's clear! - ' Silver.-sea maids carried it down' From the pitching float, to their coral town— The ship stands in. There is naught to hear. Th'e'bell is silont—so :what's to fear? All's .safe! All's clear! , Welcome, 0 mariner— ■ Death, lurks near! ■ ' —-Theodoi'e Roberts, iii N.Y.- "Independent." . . ' THE SPTNNER. . , Bo . long, so long, 0 Soul, the spindle I have •'tended,.; , •■■For,.bridal robe.and gowri the silken; threads , ' drawn fine: The ■ silvor and the gold togethet I have • ; --blended . For gorgeous altar-cloth , to veil the sacred : shrine. . . ■ 1 : lYet 'are they not for me; my heart with pain is reridcil, ' ' v -lov6's rose I shall not wear, nor may I - -; 'taste its wine, IThough-'long, so long, 0 Soul; the spindle I . 'have tended, ' For bridal -robe; and shroud the threads ■' drawn, smooth -and fine. fc-Eeth' Slater Whitson, in the "Cosmopolitan."