VERSES OLD AND NEW.

Dominion, Volume 5, Issue 1431, 4 May 1912, Page 9

VERSES OLD AND NEW.

LADY DAT. j (Suggested by (be fompera panel of Meloz- J zo da I'orli.) 'Gainst the dark cliff, in whiteAing skios, Tho shepherd watched a strange sunrise— Or 6aw ho that great Angel s eyes '.As Gabriel-passed to Nazareth? Beneath that dawn a deeper huo Glowed in the wild-flowers red and blue— Or drank they of the angelic breath As Gabriel passed to Nazareth? Oh never did the break of spring Set birds so gladly carolling— , • Was it they heard that silent wing As Gabriel passed to Nazareth? Tho old and sick that wondrous morn Pelt in their veins new blood was born— Oh strong was life and weak was death When Gabriel camo to Nazareth! ; —George Englchart. . SHIPMATES. Good-bye and fare-ye-well; for we'll sail \ no more together Broad seas and narrow in fair and foul weather; We'll sail no more together in foul weather or fine, And ye'll go .'your own way,. and I'll go mine. 0 'tho seas are very wide, and there's never any knowing 'The countries we'll see or tho ports where we'll bo going, All across the wide world, tip and down the sea, Before we come together, as at last may . be!- ' Good-bye and fare-ye-well, and maybe. I'll be strolling And watching the ships there and the crews a-coaling In a queer foreign city and a gaudy gay street; And who but yourself will I chance there for to meet? You'll blow up from eastward, and I'll \ blow in from west, And of all the times wo ever had, it'a then we'll have the best, Back from_ deep-sea wandering!, back from wind and weather, You and me from all the seas, two friends together! Good-bye and fare-ye-well; may nought but good attend ye All across- the wido world where sailor's luck may send ye, Up and down the deop seas, north and south the Line; And yo'll go your own way, and I'll go mine! —C. Fox Smith,

A BIG BOY'S LULLABY. Fairies and shadows all have had their dav, Tho tended glamour of "goodnight" is past, , You shut the door—as men do—when you pray, , . In grief or joy you turn your eyes I away ... ...... The world has got you, little son,,at last. When you were a dream I wrapped yon, dear, In all the fearful wonderment of Spring, But when you came I almost ceased to ' fear, lest this great moulding, this my pur- . pose here Should suffer from a moment's faltering. And now my done; a ruder hand.';!'•-;.;"!.'"' p. ■''. -..'"•'. . •', , \ Shall' shape -'my..-dream to some- Resign unknown, And I, a stranger in •»' sweet, strange land, Shall watdi th« fair fields of your soul expand...... :■■■ -•■■...• And reap what fruits of all that I have . sown? ' Yet that which was romains; and though the world- - ' Hojds you my arms once held you Tast. And when, at night time you are lying '' curled Child-wise in dreaming—when your heart's unfurled To hear God'a tender evening psalms at last- - Listen, my little son, for I, too, sing: Hush, love is over all and love's divine. The world that parts us is a shadowthing (Lough at tho world and it shall crown you king), ; , And you are mine still, Boy, and only mine. ■ —Mildred Huxley. A VENETIAN PASTOKALE BY GIOKGIONE. - Flay on, my brother, play; '• Nor let tone's lulling ecstasy surprise The singing of Vonr lute-chords into calm. How good to float away 'An hour from out the thralldom of the eyes; To taste the balm Of this benign, unsensual draught of tone; To wend cool spirit-ways alone. Unmindful of what glowing mysteries— , What passion-flowers are lurking in the grass, Nor thrill when her rich, langourous pipings pass To merge in your compelling harmonies. Play on, my brother, play; ■ For one swift hour to-day Our spirits, freed from sight's insistent mesh, ..'•_• Have overcome the indomitable flesh, And sensed the end ..,.■. Whereto our beings tend. Hark what the noon-stars sayl Elay on, my brother, play. —Robert Haven Schauffer.