PEDLAR'S PACK.

Otago Daily Times, Issue 17158, 10 November 1917, Page 4

PEDLAR'S PACK.

" Lors is no huckster; that is mine is thine." APPOGGIATUBA. ■ To Shall I sing , you a Song- for your Wedc&ing Day? What want ye with Songs like mine, 0 ye, for whom Heavon and Earth and Sea, Are chanting ono marvellous melody— Who are filled with Love's new wine! 1 sing you no Song; but the Gods I pray That tho rhythms your rapt Souls hear May ring on evor in heart and brain, Through the light, through "tho darkness, tho joy, the pain Of this Earth-life's shifting year. For sway bat yoar souls to that music sweet, You may la'ugh at all Fato can do; Earth's brightness, Earth's shadows alike aJ-o Donght, Tho glimpse of a wider World once caught— Its Sun once flashing through.

And the Song ye hear, with its wildering beat, That wcldeth your lhree in one, And bnildeth your Ocean, Earth, and Sky Anew —wrest its secret out; forwhy "TLs a beam of that greater Sun.

And 10, I have sung you a Song, after all— A chance thing, bom of a prayer; Fitful its music as winds at Dawn That wander over somo upland lawn, Yet tho Spirit of Song is there. —Marsyas.