ESSAYS IN VERSE

Evening Post, Volume LXXXI, Issue 23, 28 January 1911, Page 19

ESSAYS IN VERSE

THE SERVANT OF MAN. (Vide the campaign against tho trade in worn-out horses.) God gave me man for my master — Man in His image made. That I might yield man service whole • Withhold was reason from my soul— Lest should 1 man upbraid, My instinct wots not justice by ira name Who willing give nor ken the right to claim. Not in the human image Fashioned was I, the brute, Lest whefe I gave to take I sought; That* I might serve demanding naught My spirit, patient, brave, Was shapen for jnan's service, sort-ow-phod I serve mankind as man n&'er served his God! Worh by the *e6t -of seJvihg, Passed I my short-lived prime ; With strange, unreasoned faithfulness .jEasayed my task with powets grown lees, Enfeebled ere my time v As man cut short — man. of immortal Wfrth— My bout- of life whose only heaven were earth ! When naught had I left to offer, At the close of my shortened span, He grudged me the booh of a speedy death — To vend mo to HeU tonserved my breath, Made in God's image — man ! .Upon Whose mercy cast Was I, the bfutei That man might exercise God's attribute i Faiii had I served my Maker, Obeyed as ye ne'er obeyed ; Bvit He set thee between — a thing of dust. H© gave me to thee in sacked trust, And ye have the trust betrayed ! But He, thy master, merciful shall bo, Nor deal with man as man hath dealt with toe. 4-t . _ E. M. Dinniß. Westminster Gazetto. TEMPTATION. Speak nut a word to tile, Or my soul dies, Lost in the fife of love Ih thy dear eyes. Frdm thee to God I turn; O, let Him hear; Let Him not leave me now Thou art so neaf. All these long years I've tit«>vedi . Now shall I ptove If .God gives strength to fight Long against love. j. • "Miltsyree." Australasian. THE USES OF SONG. Of What avail to sing of Death ? None but the dead Will hgaf. Of_what avail to feing af Life? The living lend no ear. Of what avail to sing of Love? Only the jealous care. Of what avail to 6ihg of Hate? LoVe Will not turn a hair. Of What avail to sing of Truth? Truth from old age is bold. Of What avail to sing of Faith? Do beggars scatter gold? Of what avail to sing at all? The nightingale replies; "I sing to* cheer the heavy heart, Ahd hold the light that flies! 5 ' N6* Ifofk Times.