Selected Poetry.

Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 1521, 5 March 1886, Page 4

Selected Poetry.

THE POET.

A part on 1 noble height, where iwt«jt flowerets grew. Seng dear and sweet, from bis heart • depth, things beau'iful and true; Bit toice went sounding, sounding o'er the lend and o'er the sea, And man? far off pondered what the strange, iwcet sounds might be.

Full often of the birds and flowers he sang in happiest mood, Interpreting • thousand things that few hare understood; And often times his soul would soar right up among the stars, And singing, seem to beat its wings even at Heaven's golden bars.

And in the aight such tender thoughts »i'> i his soul would creep,

One Blight have dreamed the angels whuyoteu to bim in his sleep ; One might have thought that often he held high converse above— The words he spake were so replete with faith and hope and love.

And sweetest of the aonga he aang were those in minor keys. With a sadness running through them like the sighing of the breeee; And often cold, bard hearts would melt, and unused tears would flow, When these drar strains were wafted to the weary ones below.

Tbui, noble were the poet's words, and noble wh his aim, Nor recked he of the world's prai-e, nor cared for empty fame; Hit best reward was that his songs had wakened hearts that slept — That in the Talleys far below the people smiled and wept.

VERSES. How lone time is to One who sits slone, Iheufh cushioned soft on down and velvetpile; How short to Tiro, although the seat bo stone, O'er whom rain beats and winds blow keen the while.

1 lit alone, where once Two sat beside Each other, and held converse swe« t. Time flew

As bis two wings were trebled, till One died And then Time lagged—Time lagged. Fbat do ye do

Wbo sit aloue as I r One mighty grief Clouding the who!e of life lor evermore How ran I bear until Death bring relief, And my long loneliness at last be o'er'"'