VERSES OLD AND NEW.

Dominion, Volume 4, Issue 972, 12 November 1910, Page 9

VERSES OLD AND NEW.

THE CRUCIBLE. Hard ye may bo in the tumult, Red to your battle hilts, . Blow give for blow in the foray, 1 '!." Cunningly rido in the tilts; But when the roaring is ended, '"-,' Tenderly, unbeguiled, ' Turn-to a woman a woman's ■'■ ,'■ Heart, and a child's to a child. • Test of the man, if his worth bo .-■ In accord with the ultimate plan, ■■■ That he ba not,.to his marring,,...;. Always and utterly ; man; ■.. . That he bring out of the tumult, Fitter and undefiled, '!• To woman the heart of .a woman, To children the heart of a'child. ; Good when tho bugles are ranting ' . ■ It is to bo iron and fire; • Good to be oak in the foray, .Ice to a guilty desire. ■ But when the .battle is over :• .'(Marvel and wonder the while) i Give to a.woman a woman's. : Heart, and a'child's'to a child. > ; .-". —"0. Henry" (Sidney Porter). \!'-' ■ ' '•■;''' THE BURIED CITY. Jfy heart is .like a city, of the gay .'Reared on the ruins of a perished one .'•'-■ Wherein my dead loves cower from the 1 ' sun, ' White-swathed like kings, the Pharaohs of a day .■.'•■• Within the buried city stirs no sound .Save for;the bat, forgetful of the rod, :' Perched on the knee of some deserted god, And for the groan of rivers underground. Stray ..not, my love, 'mid the . ear- . cophagi— '■. ' . Tempt not the silence . . . for the ' fates are deep, , , . , , I«st all the dreamers, deeming doomsday • '•■ nigh, : Leap forth in terror-from their haunt.ei sleep; ■ , • ■ !ind like the peal- of an accursed bell Thy voice call ghosts oK. dead things \ ■ back from hell! ' - ■'.':' " •' —George Sylvester Viereck. ,