VERSES NEW AND OLD.

Dominion, Volume 1, Issue 92, 11 January 1908, Page 13

VERSES NEW AND OLD.

TO MEMORY. ' Memory, hither come, • ■ 1 ■ . 1 -And tune your merry, notes; > And, while upon tlip wind . : Your music floats, r . ■ I'll Tore upon - the stream i - . • : Where sighing', lovers dream, And jSish for fancies" as they pass- \ Within,the watery- glass. '. • ril .drink of the 1 clear stream, , ■'And. hear the! linnet's song, ~ And ■ thqijOi I'll' lie and dream - • a And, when Bight comes, I'll go - To, places fit for woe, 1 , Walking,alorig .tlie darkened valley . With siioiit Melancholy. - ' ' —Williant Bfakd. ' - THE MESSENGER"; ' (For the Picture by G.' F. Watts); Arong anger of the peace of God, - Not. wholly uridivincil thy mien; 'Jong the. weary-path I trod , ,-. Thou haiit been with rile tho ,unseen. , ly-hopes have been a mad , turmoil, •A clutch and conflict alii mf life, , , - Sio . very craft I' loved a toil, . . . And .love itself '-a:seed' of.''strife. : . ; 'But sometimes iri a sudden: hour . . ;1 have been great with Godliko. calm, ■ - As'.if,,thy' tranquil .world: of . "■ j iFloSed'iri ahout 'irie like, a psalm; .- And peiice has fallen oft 'face, Arid stillness ori 1 -inf strugglirig.breath; y -: And, living; I have known a space The lntsh and mistefy of Deafh. . out thy' hand , up6ri mie,'thou''i : Who dotnest a's tho still night conies! I have t fltaciieil;At bulfefcS;'noW 1a •• j;o' by; with all his : dfuiriß; \ —liichiird Hovey. ■ THi3 fiESERT; ... I am the pure pror ' land that hath hearkened ~ no man's wi jing; ■ >. -■'I am;the ,virgin land vowed sole to the.scrviciTTjf God; ' The silence, that broods on my lulls is my anhutiiari stiilig, • : ' ' Arid -there.;i6 the peace on. riiy plains that ) marks • wh'ero the) Lord hath trod. ' I;arid : nly/sister, the Sea, we fret at your in-.-■Solent icrSpijingji .' ,-"•'. ;.; . • She. deSks ,witli, a; light . fodm' Wrt'ath the . 'j.place.of a strong man's rest, .- :■/_ 'And the dry skull, bleached ,to silver; ii'h'ere - -tho' sated: wolf is.: sleeping, .. . Is-a.tnvial.gaiid-Bcaree wortliy-to'lie-on my - ..v'^rottd'.Xfrbite'-ljreast. Love:you yourifat;gfeeu-vaiieys;'fhe riches of < long, laborir?.; • Love you the foulness of cities, dark with tho • ••.-age's crime?. .Find you your gladness in'.the smile and ■ the grasp of your, neighbour-!' . ;Bidp'jpu" ( there with your' kin, plaything ' V'men-and of;time.'. . ■ . But - when ikisses have .cooled.,on your' lips arid your.'>yes;have grown weary, of, weepirigj ,- When your pitiful' iovea slink down to the ' , ; ; clasp'<'ofi the,' eager- earth,• .-,■■■■■ - ', Come you and taste of tho peace that the guard • 'of my hills i 6 keeping, , . ,Coriifc'aud.learn you the sweetness of silcrice, .the. Of God's own mirth.. Ho .is throned ori -my crimson hills in a purple " meet for -His .passion; - . .' , The hot'bright;'flame of His patience plays . over.,the. leper-white-'.plains, i; . .: The Wofiderftil siiri is His herald, arid'speak^ ■ Him in kingly fashioiij , And the golden; splendour of midnight is the - . .-veil that His glory deigns. ■ Leave you( the joys of green, valleys .to ftirit ■ hearts (that .wait on their sating,.. Here., in th'e. sweet fresh air the soul is • ■'■ . .cleansed friJm' its feats,— : : ' ' i '* 'Jan, you bargain with' Age the DeSpoiler—will - -'i'lme not grow wearv of wiitirig?' ■ ■ Hut .here ,in the Desert is God, the ; End and > the Crown of the years. ~ , , - ■ —Gertfudfe Eirig iri "Appletori's." •