Poetry

Lake County Press, Issue 2461, 16 January 1913, Page 2

Poetry

THE SANE POET. Let Kkr>dyke mines to others go with all their fabled oro; Let others golden l- mines seek upon the Yukon's shore. I knc>; a mine that holds for me a EUi.v vein of gold Than w?> Klondyke "placer," with its hum/3- and its cold. One need rot take his life in hand to win my store of pelf; One need not elbow others to advance the cause of self; One need not travel far from home to suffer and to freeze. To win the fortune I can gain in quiet and in ease. And so I'll join you never in your for-tune-seeking train, And in the end I'll have far more than half of you will gain. I'll never scar sweet nature's face for millions—lovely noughts— But work the mine she gave me as I scratch my head for thoughts. —R. Kipling. TO MY DAUHTER OK CONFIRMATION DAY. My child, ho good! Be known as one who generously gireth Such as thou hast to him who near thee liveth. For him Christ died; serve him Christ's follower should. My child, bo good!

My child, bo pure! Pure as the dewdrop is, which, while adorning The wayside flower upon a summer morning, jl . . Th» great sun's smile doth in us sph«re immure. My child, b« pure! My child, bo true! In thy soul's character let deceit abide If from the. world thy fault thou strive to hide not, The world to thee but little harm can do. My child, be true! My child, be meek! If fortune down on thee her blows be raining Learn to endure thy pain without complaining. From Christ's example inspiration siek. My child, be meek! My child, be strong! If with its'wiles temptations fierce assail thee, Take thou firm hold on that which will not fail thee: He who by Faith doth walk can ne'er go wrong. My child, be strong! My child, fear God! Ever be ready, low before him falling. To make reply when thou Shalt hear him calling, 'Lo. am I.' Lean on his staff;, his rod. My child, fear God! —D. Sladen.