A Quiet Corner

New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXII, Issue 22250, 26 October 1935, Page 6 (Supplement)

A Quiet Corner

THE FRIEND

Come now, dear friend, and take my hand; I, too, would walk the fields of sleep. Since he has passed those dewy ways No other.path my feet can keep. Hold your cool fingers o'er my own, Smile in my eyes and breathe the word jOf greeting to the travel-worn, Which he in passing must have heard. For where he travelled I would go; What things he suffered I would bear, * [With loving thankfulness that so I still am privileged to share. [All thoughts, all moods, tho joy, the pain, Which Btirred a mind so richly wrought, It 'lumined like a living flame, All other minds it knew and taught. Come then, kind friend, sweet-lidded death, I now would walk tho fields of sleep, For since he passed those dewy ways, No other path my feet can keep. —Una 0. Craig, Auckland. WIND HARPS O* winds that blow so wild and free, You are a giant symphony; The gaunt, baro branches of the trees Are harps tho giants play with easo. But by the fire's cheerful glow I watch the flames now come, now go; And in the coals I see the spring— Upon the hills the shepherds sing. The flowers bloom so fresh and fair; Their perfume sweet is in the air; The water sparkles in the brook As I just sit—and dream—and look. Oh, grand, sublime, in many keep The broken chords sound through tho trees 1 The throbbing notes now louder grow! So play your harps, and blow, winds, blow I