VERSES

Evening Star, Issue 22382, 4 July 1936, Page 23

VERSES

MttlME lord, if I had the choice to don One virtue as a cloak of gold, •Twould be the cloak of courage I would wear. Courage to speak when speech can help, Th» strength to leave unsaid the words That passing anger tempts the lips to Valour to fight when only death Can be the end, and fight so well That men shall see in death but victory; Baring to raise my thoughts above The mundane cares that strangle life, Courage to bring none pain, courage to dream; So when the end oomes, I may pass Into the vale that lies beyond, And wear the cloak of courage as 1 go. —C. J. M. Turner. —— i THE SEA BREEZE Prone in my hammock, all the morning long, "' From this sequestered spot of dappled shade, • I've watched the sun, in summer's pomp arrayed, Reign o'er his realm, with pitiless rule and strong. High noon has hushed the droning insect throng, And all the roses, that at dawning made * Such boast of beauty, slowly faint and fade, &nd birds'fall silent, lacking heart for song. But now the bamboo thickets, lightly stirred, Whisper and creak; salt v airs breath fitfully, The 4 glad forerunners of the coming breeze; r And with the sound of harp strings scarcely heard, Rises, to fall again—half-sqng, halfsigh— The lyric • murmur of the she-oak I trees. ■• I i—Helen Power, in ' Life.'