TWO SONNETS.

New Zealand Herald, Volume XXXVIII, Issue 11713, 24 July 1901, Page 3

TWO SONNETS.

WHAT riches have yon that you deem me ■ poor,'.',.:' Or what large comfort that yon call me ■■' sad? . , Tell me what makes you so exceeding glad: Is your earth happy, or your heaven sure? I hope for heaven, since the stars endure And bring such tidings as your fathers had. I know no deeper doubt to make me mad,, I need no brighter love to keep me pure. : To me the faiths of old are daily bread; I bless their hope, I bless their will to save, And my deep heart still meaneth what they ,: said. "I 4 It makes me haupy that the soul is brave, And being so much kinsman to the dead I walk contented to the peopled grave. Sleep hath composed the anguish of my brain, And ere the dawn I will arise and pray. Strengthen me, heaven, and attune my lay Unto my better angel's clear refrain. For I can hear him in the might again, The breathless night, snow-smothered, %, happy, grey, with premonition of the jocund day, Singing a quiet carol to my pain. Slowly, saith he, the April buds are growing In the chill core of twigs all leafless now; Gently, beneath the weight of last night's ■'■■■ snowing, Patient, of winter's hand, the branches bow. Each buried seed lacks light as much as thou. Wait for the spring, brave heart; there is no knowing. -—From." Sonnets and other Verses," by George Santayana.