VERSES OLD AND NEW,

Dominion, Volume 1, Issue 229, 20 June 1908, Page 12

VERSES OLD AND NEW,

A FEkR, i < . As over m-uddy shores a dragon flock j Wont,'in an early age from our disorete Before the grim race found oblivion meet; l» Ajd aa Time harden'd into 1 iron rook fc laat uncloan mud, and into cliffs did lock [ iho story o£ that terrifying street, (' •f'n b hooked claws and scale of wrinkled feet, [, 1 Till puarrying startles us with amaz'dshock, So 'here was Somewhat .wont .to pass along ■ The plashy marge of my consciousness. Now the quagmires are turned "to pavements strong; \ '■ ®J° se - outer twilight regions bold I may ' Explore—yet still I shudder with distress At hideous fixed slots of hia old way. lascelles Abercrombie in "Poems and Inter- , ludes." .' - ; • THE BLAIINEY BOY. The blarney. boy, the blarney boy, The bright littlu blarney boy! He's always fresh for a huppy word , And he.hums around like a joyous bud. The blarney boy; tlie rogue ot a boy, ■ The rambling, raying blade of a boy! He's brimming' over with sparkling youth, • - And ho thrives on stretching tha sad old truth j But 1 love him.woll and I know to-day ■ His heart beats truer than ho can say!, ■ , So I give him as good a? he sends. • ' • ; , Aid oil, we're the very.best of friends! The blarnoy boy, the blarney boy, \ The bright little blarney boy! -,\ Xlie blarneyboy, the 'blarney boy,' Lived once in a blissful clime, Whero things were brilliant and fair and swoot, And genial flowers bloomed at his feet— And the fairies spoke in rhyme; But lie fell ono day to the sober oarth • By the woful accident of birth. •• \ And ho has-to 1 speak in a golden tongue. For. all'of the universe seems young. Oh, he's just so full of the other-where, He thinks lie is drifting down the air— , The blarney l-oy, the blari,ey boy ' The poor.little blarney boy! ■ < ; The blaniey,toy, the blarney boy, God bless the blarney boy! .' 7 0, pot so much/for the song he sings, . But something within that finds its winga ;; And flutters over to joy! ' He's always fresh for a loving word,' And he hums, around like a tuneful bird. . No trouble robs him of his wit— He'S cheerful, that's the best of it. And ho's true and bright, And his heart's all right— i Tie brave little .blarney boy! • The blarney boy, the blarney boy, The bold little blarnoy boy! [ •// . I know him well—thore are those who say • / I have talked with him for a whole spring day— ' And it's trno, for I could not say him nay, • Jly own little blarney boy!, Colette Eyan in the "Independent." . THE IMMORTAL. ■ Sinoe my soril and I 'tiro friends, • I go,laughing on my road; Whether up or down it wends, • I have nevor felt my load.' ' ■ For . the winds keep tryst with mo, And the stars share in my joy; Meadow, hill or sky or sea, ' I creato and I destroy. , Hope or fear or bliss or woe . Flits a shadow on the sod; Life and Death perpetual' flow, Underneath them I am God. Smaller than the smallest part, . Larger than the* moving Whole; • One in the divided heart And the Universal Soul. Neithor'curse nor creed I know, Doubts that darken, faiths that olnna Time : arid sapce : are empty show, : All that ever was is'mine. ■ Silent, deathless, .centred fast, ■ Ancient,, uncreated, free; _ ; . , . , .. I came'not to birth at lgst, : . ' . Universes.are of me.', , . Ellen , Glasgow,in "Harper's Magazine." ,