WITH THE BARDIC CLAN.
Dreplv thf minstrel lias felt all he sings. Every passion ho paints bis own bosom ' has known ; Xo note of wild music is swept from the strings. But iirst his own feelings have echoed the tone. —L. E. Landon. THERE’LL COME A DAY There’ll come a day when the supremest splendour Of earth, or sky, or sea, TVhuto’cr their miracles, sublime or tender. Will wake no joy in me. There’ll come a day when all tho aspiration. Now with such fervour fraught. As lifts to heights of breathless exaltation, "Will seem a tiling of naught. ThereTl come a day when riches, honour, P* ol T. , Music, and song, and art. Win look like puppets iu a worn-out story ’ "Where each has played his part. There’ll come a day when human love, the sweetest Gilt that includes the whole Ot God’s grand giving—sovereignest, completes! — Shall fail to fill my soul. ThereTl come a day —I will not care how passes The cloud across my sight, if UiJty, larK-iuie, irom earths nestled grasses, I .spring to meet it’s light. M. J. PRESTON.
Permanent link to this item
https://paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/NZTIM19080912.2.25
Bibliographic details
New Zealand Times, Volume XXX, Issue 6623, 12 September 1908, Page 5
Word Count
184WITH THE BARDIC CLAN. New Zealand Times, Volume XXX, Issue 6623, 12 September 1908, Page 5
Using This Item
Stuff Ltd is the copyright owner for the New Zealand Times. You can reproduce in-copyright material from this newspaper for non-commercial use under a Creative Commons BY-NC-SA 3.0 New Zealand licence. This newspaper is not available for commercial use without the consent of Stuff Ltd. For advice on reproduction of out-of-copyright material from this newspaper, please refer to the Copyright guide.