POETRY.
Poetry, what is Poetry? Something to scorn tit, Something to despise; Or p'raps to. glance over, "with careless eye, Entirely blind to beauteous thoughts of verse, That pass unheeded thro' the mind of man, And leave behind good seed on fruitless soil . That does not bloom, but withers and decays. No! Poetry is Nature's child, Not to be scorned at; Not to be despised, ft is indeed a ■beauteous gift from God Bestowed on man. It comes in Nature's form; Surrounding him, it lifts him out of self, And teaches him all that men cannot teach, ••' ■ And as Nature doth teach, so then man's soul Aspires to higher, truer, nobler things;■■-■■ And being- so, it brings hini nearer God Than e'er before. And thus Poetry sublime, Thro',N.ature, teaches man of God divine* —A Railwayman's Daughter. (In the British '"Railway Review.")
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Maoriland Worker, Volume 12, Issue 293, 11 October 1922, Page 3
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141POETRY. Maoriland Worker, Volume 12, Issue 293, 11 October 1922, Page 3
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