POETRY.

New Zealand Herald, Volume XIII, Issue 4667, 28 October 1876, Page 3

POETRY.

OUT OP MY HAND. ; fWVOt "AIX THI TKAJt BODWD. , ! ; One t>7 one, one by one, - Io the kiadr-d light of the April mi, While primrose ud snowdrop gem tbe ground, And the birds are mating sad building around, •£??". Tio,au blossom their steps to greet. With laughing voices and dancing feet, With wakening fancy and budding hope. Beyond my reach and beyond my scope. They pas«, while in feir and doubt I stiuid. Out of my hand, out of my hand. Baby pleasure, and baby rare, Not one of them hnt baa mine to share* Not a tear, but I dried it with •Mβ, ' Not a smile bnt I joi> ed in its nager'bliss?£T.~ a - T0 ??f knseot «ms for the coming etrife. The sweet girl fancies start to life. They nestle the maiden shyness beneath, As the bright bnds hide in their silken sheath. By spring dsws nourished, spring breezes fannod, Oat of my hand, ont of my h; nd. I dare net trench on thy realm, my bor Norrbbthysw..y of one virgin jo/; I dare not touch with my faltering Sogers The blooms where the light of the sunrise'lineers Nor draft to the garish light of day. ""Sere, What youth's proud reticence would delay I can but wait ont.-ide it all,' " Where the cold winds sigh and the brown leaves fall; Jh, the castles I built.' oh, the joys I planned I Out of ay hand, out of my hand. Yet did I not bear them in peril and pain Did 1 not Uviih and watch and nrfnin; Quitting the pl«asurea of partiDg youth. The gluriea of science, and art and truth. That the nths for those little feet might be r resb, and snnny and safe and t< ee; Scheme, and vision and hope of mine. They were but those golden heads to shrine; Now, alone and tired, slow drops the -jaad Grain by grain, from my failing hand. ' Father of al]. Saviour ol all. Behold at Thy alt»r st»ps I Mil : Thou willt not disdain that I come at last. With my trensnro spent, and my nooo-dav nastTake Thou the guidance that I resign ' T»ki tliis hard embittered heart of mine Taki the baffl-d ambition, ungrauted prayer. Bailees terror, repioiig care; ■ Gnide each fairy bark to thi heavenly strand Take my darlings, my darlings, to Thy hand.