VARIOUS VERSE.
THE CALL OF SPRING. (For the Post.) Come out in the sunshine, chirp, chirp, chirp, Fleo from your study, and work, work, work. Tho birds are singing, tho bees are humming, To tell (ho world that spring is coming. The silvery sunbeams, beam, beam, beam, As thro 1 the shutters they gleam, gleam, gleam. Atoms of radium flitter and flirt, Where drowsy dewdrops glisten aaul lurk. The west wind whispereth low, low, low, Come out whore tho breezes blow, blow, blow. On my scattered pinions I waft a whiff Of thft freesias* scent from o'er tho cliff. Tho cockatoo crielh, Coo, coo, coo, Come up to the irco-tor>s, do, do, do! And sway on a bough with mo lo and fro, I And watch tho busy men, come and go. I loft my study books, two, two, two, And ofF with the spring I How, flew, flew ; Away with the breezes and birds and bees, By babbling brooks and flowers and trcos. Whcro lambkins frolic and flit, flit, flit ; As o'er tho pastures they skip, skip, skip. Till wearied with play, they languid lie, And bask 'ncath the sunny azuro sky. O, como ! said tho call of love, love, love, It came from the spring-tide, dove, dove, dove. Ho was cooing a spring-born serenade, To woo the heart of a woodland maid. The fairies called, Come, and toss, toss, tO£S, And waltz on the springy moss, moBS, moss ; So we sauntered into the ferny fen, And danced with the fairies in the glen We paused at a drinking cup, cup, cap, And ncctared honey did sup, sup, sup. "V9"c drank to tlio dreg*, of the luscious draught, Then flew lo a cloud to rest and laugh. Ho bore me homo on the evening breeze Over the mountains, housetops, and trees, And while I so softly, Hlontly slept, I Out of my window tho sweet Spring leant. I - Elizabeth V- Goldsmith" Wellington. THE ' CITY BUILDERS. No more we build as they who built of old : Stone upon stone, in solemn order set, Prayer upon "prayer; tho gilded minaret, Tho sculptured tpire, the stern defiant hold, Each slowly reared, to stand while years unfold. Then builders knew not haste, nor the keen fret That (spurs our toil, but all in patience mot, They gave long lives to beauty long forp'told. Vv'e fling across the clouds a fabric sheer, Deep in the earth our hidden pillars drive ; Lo, an adventure -. Uiwlts to greet the night! The forces of the lightning and the mere Are slaves wo conquer that our dreams may thrive ; Wo rest : in wondei — but without delight. — Thomas Wood Stevens. Cosmopolitan. A BOItDKR LAMENT. "There is mutjc to- night in Joyous Gard, In tho King's Hall by '.he i-ea." "Let them sing as they will, who havo the elf ill . The sea's tho son? for me," She saici, I only hear the tea.' 1 "They are dancing 10-nigfit in Joyous Gard, In the Castle beside the wave " "Let them tl»i cc away, whoso hearts arc gay, But how i-hall I I'ance on a grave?" tfhe takl, "I cannot dancu on a grave.'' "There'll bo noou all night in Joyous Gard, Till the morrow's sun shall liso." "Tho Kafl may bu iod, ere Urn lamps arc dead ; Death's darkiin" never die's, "' ■She fan!, "And Death ntnor die* " "The guo'U are thronging lo Joyous Gard, Like llpi'fc* of the v.ind-ewept'foasn.'' "What matter the tread of a uorlrl*" the slid, "One foot -lop comes not homo, 1 ' She said. "And ono will nc.er come." .Spectator. . — lon BALLADE OF BKAUTJFUL NAJJKS. lVautiful namas, what t:t!p< aro fold Of your dieanis and unions mid fanladies! Citing v.-liot .Mroet.: aro ppved wilh gold, Whosii walls are jasper vud fardcnji-, CVhblcd ftreeU whore tho watcher c cc.-i (ray procrj.-ioin of knights and (tames. Cities ot pulacej, citios of tree- 1 Li\e again in beautiful name*. Noinbre do Dios, where Drake v.as bold; Xr.incs thai arc .stalely nielor'ie*, Seville, X.iniancos, Bajona's hold, N-noeh, Kusa, Per.<epolis , Cecily city's of harmonies, ( V.i t lingo in ruins iuul Troy in flames, Thftu ami n thousand more thai, these Live again in beautiful haiuc*. BMhl'hem of the t acred fold; Koni'-, s-torn i;'i.'rJiau of fetor's kcja ; AfioliL ulu're tho knight* enrolled; Venice, briilo nf the hiiugty <=eas ; Alhpii-y gloiy of Perkins: (ihutonljury of (.acred claims ; All your wonderful hist cries Live agu.n in beautiful namea. Envoy. Citii^ ot old ! In tlio cpnlurii". IJin nj'l anil di'.ul tie jnisr fc.irj and t-h.mii 1 - ; Only jour glerioii^ memories Live, rijjain in beautiful luunr - ' — X L }). Westminster (Snzotte.
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Evening Post, Volume LXXIV, Issue 108, 2 November 1907, Page 13
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764VARIOUS VERSE. Evening Post, Volume LXXIV, Issue 108, 2 November 1907, Page 13
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