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Hawera Star, Volume XLVIII, 7 March 1925, Page 16

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ABSOLUTION. 1 came into the quiet fields With anger in my heart, And the fields sighed anil said to me—■‘With uS Ifiou liast no pari. ••Nor sweet communion cans! thou knoH . .Nor peace nor beauty find, While thou dost bear within thy breast Wvil against thy kind.” Sudden there sang a little bird, H.is notes, like silver rain, Washed all my bitter wrath' away, And I was clean again. From Mrs. Teresa Hoo ley’s “Twenfynine Lyrics.” SEA RHYTHM. i have not loved the troubling beauty of tin* sea, though it assails my heart perpetually. iiather, i love the tranquil mils. Seven.and still. Is the enduring beauty of a hill, there, changeless calm and quietude majestic, sit. though emud and wind and j-ain sweep in er 11. ihe artful moon delights to sway the passionate sea ; A hut stands motionless, eternally, .-►wept by lamenting winds, the wild sea cries aloud; ' A hilt is silent always as a cloud. A storm torn human soul is line the. troubled sea; t’he bills are as L would mv soul might lie. .\'hy■'should ray heart that seeks the quiet of the hill, .4enct through my blood the wild se:. riiytiim stjll? THE SNOWDROPS.

“Where are the snowdrops?” said the sun; “Dead,” said the frost, “Buried and lost, Every one!” “A foolish answer,” said the sun, “They did not die; Asleep they lie, Every one!” “And I will wake them,” said the sun, “Into the light All clad iri white, Every one!” A SONG OF PLOUGHING. I will go with my father a-ploughing To the green field by the sea, And the rooks and the crows and the seagulls Will come flocking after me. I will sing to the patient horses With the lark in the white of the air, And my father will sing the ploughsong That blesses the cleaving share. —John Campbell. SEA. (From the Russian.) Expect to-morrow to be fair; The fnartins flash, and raise their pipe; The lucid west is lighted there With one candescent purple stripe. The boats are drowsing on the bay; The pennant, scarcely fluttering, lies; The sea recedes, and far away Melts in the far-receding skies. So timidly the shades come on. So stealthily retires the light, You cannot say the day is gone. You do not sav that there is night. THE ANCHOR. In the hulk of a broken ship some landsman’s fancy sought it — A ship that had ranged the tides with a captain of renown; , Up from the voice of the' sea and the sea’s old lure he brought it, And here it rests on the green of a placid inland town.

Once it had known the floor of many a distant ocean, Capri’s celestial blue and the coral Caribbees.; , , Once it had stoutly held in many a wild commotion— Now the cropped turf clings round it under the murmuring trees. But yonder hill-bred lad, pausing to look as he passes, Can, with the vision of youth, the , sea’s vast plain behold, Or breast the clamorous gale and the waves’ engulfing masses— A shy and obscure Odysseus, whose hazards are never told! —George S. Bryan, in Yankee Notions.’ “THERE NEVER WAS A MOOD OF MINE.” There never was a mood of mine, Guv or heart-broken, luminous or dull, Riit you could ease me of its fever, And give it back to me more beautiful. In many another spirit 1 broke the bread, And pledged the wine and played the happy guest, But 1 was lonely, I remembered you ; The heart belongs to him who knew it best. —Sara Teaedale. A WHITE ROSE. The red' rose whispers) of passion, And the white rase breathes of love; O, the rad rose is a falcon. And the white rose is a dove. B‘ ,f 1 ran I yen a cream-white rosebud With a flu h, on its petal tips; For the love that, is purest and. sweetest Has a kiss of desire on the lips, —John Boyle O’Beillv.