The Poet’s Corner.

New Zealand Mail, Issue 1014, 7 August 1891, Page 4

The Poet’s Corner.

HE CARETH. ‘ T;ie good God always builds the blind bird’s nest!’ So runs a Turkish proverb, sweet aud wiso. How calmly may she fold her wings in rest. Knowing His touch upon her shadowed eyes ! Thou, who hast known liis love so strong and grand, Rest, too, in His right hand. * Behold!’ He crieth, • I will bring the blind By -ways they have not known ’—assurance sweet—- ‘ Straighten the crooked path, make lifo more kind, Turn darkness into light before their feet.’ Is thy sight darkened, friend ? Thy God can see. Let that suffice for thee. Un-hellered birds His providence shall shield, Tue helple-s soul shall lean upon His strength. Our need, grown great, to greater love shall yield. And help, though long delayed, shall come at length. Wait for Him, doubting not. He kno veth best Who builds the blind bird’s uest. OUR CHOIR. There’s Jane Sophia, And Ann Maria, With Obecliah, And Jedekiah, In our eboir. And Jane Sophia, soprano sings, So high you’d think her voice had wings To soar above all earthly things, When she leads off on Sunday ; Wti’e Ann Mnria’s alto choice Itings out in such harmonious voice That sinners in the church rejoice. And wish she’d sing till Monday Then Obedi di’s tenor high Is unsurpassed beneath the sky : Just hear him sing 1 Sweet By and By.* And you will sit and wonrler ; While Jedokiah’s has? profound Ooea down so low it jars the ground, And wakes the echoes miles around, Like distant rolling thunder. Talk not to us of Patti’s fame. Of Nicolini’s tenor fame, Of Cary’s alto--but a name— Of Whitney's ponderous basso ! They sing no more like Jane Sophia, And Ann Maria, Obediab, ; J And Jedekiah in our choir, Than cals sing like Tommaso !