POETRY IN PERIODICALS.

New Zealand Herald, Volume XLIV, Issue 13393, 23 January 1907, Page 9

POETRY IN PERIODICALS.

hkiutaui-j. lUK rich man's soil inherits lands, AAmi '"• ? 0) . '"'"'I:. and stone, and cold And he inherits soft, white hands v' tender llesli that fears the cold, \hi , U '° S -f° wear a garment old; A heiitage. it seems to me One scarce would wish to hold in fee. The rich man's son inherits cares- \ hreitli" P ' ;, y I,rea ! s - tl!c factory burn, li ri 1 ,u, st llls bubble shares. And solt white hands could hardly earn A living that would serve his turnA heritage, it seems to me One scarce would wish to hold in fee.

A rich man's son inherits wants. With stomach craves ,v " - daintv farent V-r !"' r,rf ' lie hears the pants 01 toiling hands with brown arms bare And wearies in his easy chair' ' A heritage, it seems to me. One scarce would wish to hold in fee. What doth the poor man's son inherit 5 • tout muscles and a sinewy hear! A hardy frame, a hardier spirit King ol two hands, he does his part In every useful toil and art- 1 A heritage, it seems to me A King might wish to hold in lee. \\ hat doth , the poor man's son inherit 3 a Wishes i°-; joy ' (l , with bumble things' A lank adjudged by toil-won merit, ° Content that lroiii.employment springs A heart that in his labour sings- ' A heritage, it seems to me ' A king might wish to hold 'in fee. What doth the poor man's son inherit'" A patience learn'd by being poor Coinage. if sorrow comes to bear it A fellow-feeling that is sure Jo make the outcast bless his door A heritage, it seems to me ' A king might wish to hold in fee. —Lowell.

A S)J-;i;p XI) A FOP(; KTTIXQ.'' We had a tiff last night My, wile and I; We I")th thought, v.e were i-i-'ht We d rather die =1U " J hail give in. so unblest in tin get* deep We laid us down 1,1 rest And fell asleep. "'»"|'S l We > woke at morn, As it had been Mi disconcerting thorn Our hearts betweenIn lee we bad |- 01 -o, lt t Our difference. So we recalled it not •'Sain Jrom theme. And ma.v it, not lie so H hen wo awake. From that whereto we en When morn shall break.' And we shall meet with •* lio~p " horn now we fight Forget that we were foes 1 lie other night! —J.L.M., in the Header. "FOR I'll'V. PRKTTY KVKS.For pit.v. pretty eyes, surcease To give me war. and grant me peace. I nmnphant eyes, why hear vour arms Against a heart, that thinks no harms* A heart, already quite appalled A heart that yields and is enthralled? Kill rebels, proud I that resistNot those that in true faith persist And conquered serve you deity ,)V U you. alas, command me die'- 1 Ihrn die I yours, and death mv crossBut unto you pertains the loss. •"XHOiUS Lodge, in T.p.'a Weekly.