ESSAYS IN VERSE.

Evening Post, Volume LXXVIII, Issue 135, 4 December 1909, Page 13

ESSAYS IN VERSE.

THE RECALL. I am the land of their fathers, In. mo the virtue stays; I will bring back my children After certain days. Under their feet in the grasses My clinging magic runs. They shall return as strangers, They shall remain as sons. Over their heads in the branches Of their new-bought ancient trees I weave an inoantation And draw them to my knees. Scent of smoke in the evening, Smell of rain in the night, The hours, the days, and the seasons, Order their souls aright; Till J make plain the meaning Of all my thousand years — Till I fill their hearts with knowledge, While I fill their eyes with tears. — Rudyard Kipling. "Actions and Reactions." DAWN. When tho dawn has brokei., While pale stars linger yet, Sweet is the sleep of the woodland Beneath ite coverlet. And when the fresh air stirs it. And changes the mist to dew I'll send in the wind a whisper To you, my love, to you. And long before you're waking 'Twill nestle in your ear, To make you feel unknowing That love is very near. And all the day that follows, If the little wind eerves mo true, You shall be glad for everything, As I am glad of you. —A Hugh Fisher. St. James's Budget. THE LONG, LONG ROAD. O rowans hanging red On the long, long road; And rippling leaves o'erhead, On the long, long road. A hawk wings far above, An eagle's the move; But fancy flies to Love On the long, long road. The shepherd guides his sheep On the long, long road ; The fairies peer and peep On the long, long road ; The golden sunlight dies. A full-moon rules the skies ; • And dreams of you arise On the long, long road. — David Lowe. "Ballads of a Great City." THE CHILD IN THE GARDEN. When to the garden of untroubled thought I came of lato, and saw the open door, And wished again to enter and explore The sweot wild ways with stainless bloom inwrought, And bowers of innocence with beauty fraught;, It seemed some purer voice must speak before I dared to tread the garden, loved of yore, That Eden lost unknown, and found unsought. Then just within the gate I saw a child — A stranger child, yet to my heart most dear — He held his hands to me, and softly smiled Witb eyes that knew no shade of sin or fear ; "Come in." he said, "and play awhile with me ; T am the little child you used to be." — Henry Van Dyke. Presbyterian.