MY BEAM OF HOPE.

Otago Witness, Issue 1489, 29 May 1880, Page 24

MY BEAM OF HOPE.

When gazing on those truslful eyes, So calm, so blue, yet wondrous bright. My heart stirs with a sweet surprise, My pulses throb with fond delight. Oh ! but to dwell in their full light, Thoir poerlosa pleasures to inhale, Then care* of d*y or griefs by night Could never over me provail. Come, gentle beams of kindliest glow, Suffuso your radUnca o'er my heart, And raise ft from this wreck below. Oppressed by many a ruthless dart ; Full well I gueaa thoir golden tale, And feel full well their living rays, But only utter words that f To paint the pleasures which they raise. Aj3 morning sunshine to the flowers, As beams of hope to fettered slave, And so to me those eyes of yours— No other joy or light I crave ; My heiro would lose its sunnier light, Wore their soft reflax from it tori : Then would I grope in misery's nli?ht, Without one joy returning morn. Those loving eyes from me withdrawn, Oh 1 what the aching void would fill ?— The grateful dews of early dawn Would vainly whlspor, " Peace, be still." M. Punl Greek Hundred, May, 1880.