BOOKS AND AUTHORS.

Dominion, Volume 1, Issue 241, 4 July 1908, Page 12

BOOKS AND AUTHORS.

VERSES OLD AND NEW.

f QU'AS TU FAIT DE TA JETJNESSEr ■ . .What havo I mado of youth? r ■ What first-fruits bring? 0 Lord, thy servant stands I With'-vain and empty hands, For all his voyaging. • What havo I made of youth? ; What havo I mado of youth? ' * i Lord, I have done !■■■: Nothing, but still delayed*. ; : \ ( While.others strove, I stayed: ■ Now that its sands aro run, . What have I made of youth? What have I made of youth? . ~ Before Thy feet j. I fling my follies now, / ". . ■. My wasted hours, and bow Low at Thy mercy-seat. ' ,-. What have I made of youth? Man, there is yot-thine Ago; . . , Bofore its sands are run, So that no-useless tears. Lay waste the. relict years, Some deed may still be done. Man, there is yet thirio Ago! —Austin Philips. ■ THE GARDEN DESOLATE.' Here is the rose-tree that yon planted—dead; 'And here your sun-dial orackcd by frost and . riven, ... . ' , Tho sunny, hours It told are past and given, Ton were so prodigal and they soon sped. Here is your garden wasted by tho years, The garden of a swift,but happy dreaming, • The moon is coldor now for all its gleaming, Not ili Sweet showers come tho rains, but tears. 'And this your garden, desolate and bare, : Is but the' tomb of what is: past forgetting, ' Scored with the rust ■of Timo's unwearied ■ ■ fretting, '■ 'A plot ncglooted which was onco so fair. Here have we made our pleasure full and deep, But pleasure all is spont beyond retrieving, I only wander desolate and grieving, i Calling upon you, calling, while you sleep.; —"Pall Mall Gazette.". A BOEDER POET. The green of God's earth / ' Is tho floor of tho fane, Whore ho worships tho worth „.. Of tho sun and'the rain. ■ The bluo of God's sky * Is tho roof and the dome Of tho. storehouse where lie .: - . •The rich geins of his homo. < • Each dale as it dips, . Each stream and its strand, . ■ Is a song to his lips ' • ' .;.■■■• And a harp to his hand. Each hill, near and far, Holds tho gleam of'the lance Of an Armstrong or ICorr In the days of Romance. :. i And the . bard of this land, '. . .' .■vv' That was spdil' to the'strong, ■. ' Stiil> shall raid with rod hand ' • The wide Marches of Song!. •-Will H. Ogilvic, in tho "Glasgow Herald.",