Verses For You.

Matamata Record, Volume XVI, Issue 1441, 13 July 1933, Page 3

Verses For You.

GIVE WHAT YOU CAN. It was only a sunny smile, And little it cost in giving, It scattered the night Lake morning light, And made the day worth living. Through life's dull warp a woof it made, In shining of light and love, And the angels smiled as they watched above, Yet little it cost in giving.

JUST BE KIND. Oh, world of men, embittered By the grind Of toil that falsely glittered To my mind, Put away your foolish sneers, Leave to coward hearts the jeers; And throughout the coming year Just be kind. Oh, world of men, the high light You will find If you look beyond the twilight, Not behind. High above the starry spheres Lies the end of earth’s long years— And we haven't time for tears. Just be kind.

COLOURS. Green are the trees, Green is the grass, Green is the country Through which we pass. Blue are the flowers, Blue are the skies, Blue is the colour vA our baby’s eyes. Red is the sunset, Red is the dawn, Red is the bird’s breast Who sings in the morn. DEEDS. ’Tis not the mighty deeds of arms, The noble acts that shine. Life has a thousand lesser charms That render it divine: Those countless hidden duties dear That, done, make sweet the earth, That gladden all the gliding year And give to living worth. The simple" deeds of every day, The homely lesser cares, These are the flowers about Life’s way, The gems and bright world wears; Doing, fulfilling, each in turn, Whate’er the moment needs, We day by day, by trifles, learn To do life’s greater deeds! GOOD ADVICE. Think high, breathe deep, live long. In disagreeing, it isn’t necessary to be disagreeable.

WRITING LETTERS. Every time I write a letter, If I do not write too fast, It is sure to be a better, Neater, letter than the last. FOR ALL OF US. Look up, not down; Look forward, and not back; Look out, and not in; Lend a hand. .THE WINDMILL. The windmill’s sails go round like armg That beckon me to climb, and see The sunny cornfields and the farms, The river flowing peacefully, And misty hills in other shires, Where blazed of old the beacon fires.