Poetry

Lake County Press, Issue 2390, 24 August 1911, Page 2

Poetry

FROM THE POETS. I went to the Garden of Love And saw what 1 never had seen ; A chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. ■And the gates of this chapel were shut And "'Thou shalt not" writ over the door; So I turned to the Garden of Love That so many sweet flowers bore. And I saw it was filled with graves And tombstones, where flowers should be; And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds, And binding with briars my joys and desires. William Blake (died 1527) THE TONE OF VOICE. It is not so much what you say, As the manner in which you say it; It is not so much the language you use. As the tone in which you convey it. The world may be mild and fair. And the tones mav pierce like a dart The words may be soft as the summer air, And the tones may break the heart. For words but come from the mind, And grow by studv and art; But the tones leap forth from the inner self. And reveal the state of the hearfc Whether you know it or not.

Whether you mean or care. Gentleness, kindness, love, or hate, Envy and anger are there. Then, would you quarrels avoid, And in peace and love rejoice, Keep your anger not only out ol yov words. But keep it out of your voice. MAKING HAPPY MEMORIES. By Mary C. Rolafson. "O, what are you doing, little maid, With the sunny face so sweet, With the helpful hands, and lovin heart, And the light and willing feet?" _ The maiden laughed the merric laugh : "Why, nothing but this," said she "I'm making happy memories For the days that are to be." "Dear, wise little maiden, what a sto You have hidden safe away Of the richest treasure of the world For your use some future day ! Kind deeds by the dayful, pressed an heaped, And love at the core of each; Never a squirrel hid half so much In his barn of oak or beech. "But not yours only is all this wealth For I have memories, too, And nothing brighter is mine to hold Than my memories of you." The maiden laughed the merries laugh: "Why, 1 quite forgot," said she, "That I could make memories for yo To keep for the days to be."