VERSES NEW AND OLD.

Dominion, Volume 2, Issue 455, 13 March 1909, Page 9

VERSES NEW AND OLD.

A BEETHOVEN NIGHT, ifnsic awaits you. Let it melt Rouncl aching heart nnd weary eense. Like night-dew on parched Bummer grass. Cool-fingered with beneficence.

Iβ the soul checked, the heart oppressed With hopes unspoken, foiled, denied? Adelaida sweops you f roe--I'uU , flood on love's impassioned tide,

Does troth seem cold. Truth cloak his face? Hark! Leonora's faith dares all: / Dutsings the shadow even where Death Paces the rescuer's trumpet-call.

Is life too heavy, sense made dumb With the old questioning "To what end?" Grief-taught, the Master, too, heard Fate , Knock at tho door, yet would not bend. Those summoning notes that high and lowNow leap in surge, now ripple by, As though the inexorable should smile And say: "Love, too, , and light am I." ■ These you shall hear to-night begin The symphony's splendour; then half drowned Id beauty, pierce the charmed ear, Whispering the Infinite in their sound. Fate knocks—you hear?—serenely stern Bars and unbars:—the Master knew, And from /her strength his harmonies A sustenance immortal' drew. He knew, he felt—and in his hand Music became no weakling toy. But resolute and strong bado man Mingle Necessity and Joy. : —Leonard Huxley, in tho "Spectator." IN-MEMORIAM-ROBERT BURNS. Bring thither. Muse, some gift of song That I may lay on Memory's altar ■ The praise that doth of right bolong To him whose clear voice did not falter In lauding love and scourging wrong! W Jj?. r ,? tllD brown ribbons cross the lea, -.""n snow-white gulls above them winging, The fields are full of melody b Where yonder brave heart still goes singing lo set our souls from sorrow free. And where the ripened cornfields blaze Beneath the bright suns of September A Jove-song lights the golden ways, A song 'tis gladness to remember When shadows haunt the winter days. A love-song wafted out and far, _ Beyond the headland red with roses. Tp palace portals left ajar. To shining streets to darkened- closes— And further yet, to 'cloud and star! E t?- shi^s scythß no more shaU reap Men gold among the autumn hazes, flo more his ploughshare, plunging deep, Shall turn aside to spore the dafsies, ' But Earth his.splendid song shall keep. -Will H. Owen. : WINTER SUNSHINE. Paint ghosts of sunbeams cloaked in mist .Between the houses glide, lo keep some old familiar tryst Where once in. robes of amethyst / .Iney sauntered side by side. ' T tL!l a '{P te H W , gll y? ys ? anl y eleam J Beneath the hodden day, f?« muffled, notes arise that seem Like thrushes warbling in a dream, bweet prophecies of May. Faint ghosts of sunbeams, pale and chill I read your feeble smile. And know my faith is living still , • Be i!, l ? d , the , mists of doubt that fill This wintry heart awhile. . -A.W. in the fDai.ly- News."