TIRED.

New Zealand Herald, Volume XLI, Issue 12546, 13 April 1904, Page 3 (Supplement)

TIRED.

WOULD 1 were lying in a field of clover— Of clover cool and soft, and scented sweet, With dusky clouds in deep skies hanging over, And scented silence at my head and feetJust for one hour to slip the leash of worry In eager haste from Thought's impatient And watch it rushing in its heedless hurry. Disdaining wisdom's call, or duty # hush. Ah! it were sweet, where clover clumps aio meeting. And daisies hiding, so to bide ana rest; N't) bound except my own hearts sturdy beating. Booking itself to sleep within my breastJust to lie there, filled with the deeper breathing , . . That comes of listening to a wild Dire, a song; .. Our souls require at times ibis free unsueaUtiii£ — All swords will rust if scabbard-kept too loll!.'. And lam tired—so tired of rig-id duty. So tired of all my tired hands find to do I yearn, i faint for some of life's free beauty. Its looser beads with no straight strings run through. Ay, hutsdi. if laugh you will, at my crude speech, . , But women sometimes die of such a. greedDie for the small joys held beyond their reach. Aml the assurance they have all they need. •MARY ashly TOWN-SEND.