ORIGINAL VERSE ICHABOD.

Hawera Star, Volume XLV, 2 May 1925, Page 16

ORIGINAL VERSE

ICHABOD.

Mysterious sadness broods upon th© air, ' A sense of loss—a haunting wraith ot grief. As autumn’s radiant robe falls, leaf by leaf, And incense of depd flowers (mats everywhere. 0, stately trees! your vesture stript away, Do ye not need it most in winter tide ? Why could ye not remain thus glorified To gladden earth when skies: were drear and grey? Beautiful leaves falling without a sound; . : ‘ Circling and fluttering, floating slcnyly down. Ricli hues of purple, crimson, gold anil brown — ! A wealth of beauty wasted on the ground. With ye the hopes that made old summer bright— Thoughts, fnendhips, joys—are withered now and gone. Ah! Earth was very fair to look upon Till sunset splendour faded into night. The tree of life is not an evergreen. its leaves must fall, and die, and bud again . V". When winter snows melt in the, i spring’s warm rain. , Whate’er has beeh will be—of might have been. ’ —L. M. MACDONALD. Opnnake.