BOOKS AND AUTHORS.

Dominion, Volume 1, Issue 69, 14 December 1907, Page 13

BOOKS AND AUTHORS.

VERSES OLD AND NEW,

~;'" * THE SEAFARERS. Where lies tho land to which the ship would : '.v.goP:- , .- Far,' lar ahead, is all hor seamen know.

Arid where the land she travels from? Away, Far,: far behind, is all that thoy can say.

On; sunny noons'upon the deck's smooth face, Linked : arm' in arm, how pleasant here to

'■'■<;. pace;.. ■■..■■ ~ Or,'o er tho stern reclining,. watoh below / Tho,foaming wako far widening as we go. . t ..-•v'■»'•'■■ ■■ ' . : ; ■ . ' ■ * On'.stormy .nights, when wild north-westers 'rave, ■■ i How proud a thing to fight with wind and ' '\Vwaye!' '.' ' The dripping sailor on' the reeling mast Exults, to 1 bear and scorns to wish it past. , Whore lies the land to which tho ship mUBt ' ; f- : ;go?. ; :'..•. '■'~■ '■ Far, ifar-away, is all hor seamen know. And where the land she travels from?' Away, Far, far behind, is all that they can say. •■''"' —A:*H.' Clough.

'■•■■''■ '■' ' ■ GLADSTONE. '; Not, taken scythe in hand front .field half- ' .reaped, : ■.... ' 1 ' ' Nor early stolen in thy wine of May, Not •; lingering ,ori to death through lifo eclipsed, _ But fortunately old, in fragrant fame, Thonifrom the Sun has passed.into theidark. Warrior with deep unwillingness to wound, Smiter. that ne'er-didst learn, the art \p stab, Exquisite Knight, so.gentle to the end;; Of chivalry antique and gracious words: Foeman,' .with sweetness of an elder day. ■.;,' ■"■/>':'' *.-..• ; / * ;':.*' ' *'.'.-: ' *"'-i' .The saint and poet dwell apart; but thou \ Wast ■ holy, in the furious press of men, And choral in the central rush of life, Yet didst\thou love old branches and a book, And; Roman verses ion an English lawa. Thou gav'st to party strife the epic note, Apd .to; debate the thunder of the-Lord,,, To'meanest issues fire of the Most High. •.' Hence eyes that ne'er beheld thee now are ' ' Vdim, \ '.'■' y. . '"■■ 'And, alien men on. alien shores lament. —From "Now Poems,!' by Stephen Phillips. ; A ROUNDHEAD'S RALLYING SONG. 'How beautiful is the batthv ■-~■ ■".'.'■'How-splendid are the spears. When our'banner is the sky;' And our watchword Liberty, .-■■" '. And our .Kingdom lifted high above the ' . '1 -i':-v years. , '■" -How'purple shall our blood be, flow glorious pur scars, When-we lie there in the night, . With our faces full of light ■■■■_■■ '.'■;-•;; And the death upon them-smiling..at the '-.■.•':■■>"•.'.■■;■■' stars.. ■■' ■ ; ■ ■ . ,'• How 'golden is our hauberk, .'•'■., -v'And. steel,, and steel our 'sword, . And our, shield without a stain , ■ ■ ■ A* we take the field again, " , ; ; -'We whose' armour is the armour'of the .-, . "'.■/' Lord. ' ' :.,-;,;.. —Alfred Noyes,, in. the "Spectator." ' .A:CRY IN THE MARKET PLACE. I cry.Vby right of. my ungotten sons, ' I cannot pray—there is no,time to kneel. ■ (Can the spoke stop "the whizzing-'of the . . ••- ' -../.wheel? ;-. ' ';.' . ' ' Can;the cast cb'aMn the red forge protest?) I,cry, .by my dead fathers of the West, -Who,'in their dire travail, yet could feel The wild, cloan' pulse of Nature in tho peal - Of storm upon .the lordly mountain-crest.. I-cry/by right of. my ungotten sons, ■For.'respite, for some slacking of the pace, Some; quiet in this rage of life. that stuns '. TheiSoul-for slaughter in the Market-place; Icry,' in pity'for the little ones, Whoso shrivelled shoulders must bear on the :... V'.-i/Race.','.', ( ..T ; , . _,-'■ '■■;■!' " .!'■' : '' l: '^-Chester''Firkins,'iifitho'-"Atlantic ..'■"■■ : ~.; -.■;■;■;jwrm . ir-'Mdnthry."* h •'. ■ : -i