Life's Seasons.

Otago Witness, Issue 1654, 4 August 1883, Page 24

Life's Seasons.

Ruby lips that part with baby laughter, Heaven-sent ej ea that wondor all they say, Feet that only have truant wandered Where the primrose hides in woods of May. What in life'B great Book is written after ? Will those feet press primrose beds for aye ? Will the floweri a ill bio .m where brooks meandered ? Will the lionets' warbling Bound as guy ? Maiden ! tripping from, the primrose bowers Into June, whose roses flu h thy faco, Life to thee is a dre:im of beauty; Thou haet only started in thfi race. Thou hast learnt i<ot yet to miss hfe'a flowers : .Let it be! in after-years th\' ' May by pain lie mellowed. Who would chow thee, 'Mid earth's sufferers, which e-hall be t.hy place ! Far away where autumn's red leavos quiver, May and June are links of what is past; And a woman in life's full September, Ripe with sorrow, wears a crown at last — Wears the crown that home and life doth give her Brighter than earth's «old; for lovo ia vast! And life never can be quite December, Where, o'er hearts, love's golden web is cast. Wrinkled brows and tottering feet descending To the grave where all our 1 vt d ones go; Journeying Home to rest, yet thankful ever For the suffering God's love doth bestow Heaven and earth o'er human failure blending, Golden sunlight kit-sing winter snow ; Angels stepping down from God to sever Mortal ties, and cancel every woe. Harriet KendaHi, in Chambers' Journal.