Selected Poetry.

Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 1584, 8 April 1887, Page 3

Selected Poetry.

"MYBTKBY.* Tbe sib rolled down from other days Ass shrouding life sad history lq deep impmwtrahle base, And aortsls oatt it mystery. O'sr summer skies, serene and warn, Ita aby eloads am creeping; *Bs brooding ia the gathering storm Aad sn the ocean sleeping. When night is crowned with silence deep. It wakes the winds from slumber, Aad echoes when the hills trpnrt The voice of Heaven's thunder.

Oh, mystery, instruct us why We find that solve thee never. Tot what ware life, to live and die, If then west rolved for ever? 80sv. is it God whose hand enshrouds When heart and hands are failing f Ist Ha who rolls your gloomy clouds When giddy heights we're scaling P GstPs weeks are dear, the mists are here Whore ignorance is hoary; Lot troth appear, aad far and near The gloom's submerged in glory.

fSr what is life in age or youth. While years are not revolving Another pilgrimage fortrotb, Another mystery solving; For ever onward, upward still, Vow heights for aye exploring, To fad beyond a higher hill With mist-dad top far soaring.

lbs long, km mulcts break upon the batch In line of faun Ht by the wwtering ran, Who* wl—on streamers flash along the Of eloud-racked sky, and gild the ripples 'one by one. Forming a shimmering path across the Btraigl)t to theheait of yonder passionate Badaut with ardours like lore's own, which . V Ibe oommon earth, a «r, ass, inhnea of heavenly dye. The widranned West is one refulgent fire, That flames tad bans with scarlet, amber, In depths of liviag light—« glorious pyre Of wind-built clouds, that glow in each fantastic fold.

Bow beautiful! bow brief! All silently Ifight's veil drops down: a chill wind blows across Ibe desolate distance of the cold, grey sea, And one pale planet mourns departed day-light's loss. J. H. F.