NEPENTHE.

Otago Witness, Issue 2812, 5 February 1908, Page 82

NEPENTHE.

To tie mist did I cry, Dreaming fain that one stood Where the God of all women Had rained of His good. From the mist I have heard, Where the flood-mark hath been, On the dank-ruined borders Where Sorrow is queen. /Was it thus Vith you, 4rknd, Under fountains of -wrath.? • But the hills were your haven; New, lo! «ftertnath! v s ' IPank earth's mellow corn, 1 Even nqw, evenrjwre, Wa-ve wide on your^ "borders Redeeming the year!. '"On ft night l of th^aSghts In the Beings, that lie, When the lamp of my life Burned silvern and high, I remember, remember White mist like the wool That is carded and combed, And the moon was* at full. The moon cut a cleft In the swirl of the white/ And poured a gold river Through mist *nd through night, Like the waters of Egypt The mist made a wall By the glorified' road! Of the children of thrall. May the mist of your choioe, O tfriend, even so, By ft moon-flowing river Be cleft in » glow,— Moon-flowing, sun-flowing Hiver of balm, That brings to your borders The- corn and the palm! From the mist to the mist, God's channel of gold Shall be spanned by the dove With healing untold. She shall bring me the word Of your garnered increase, Of your, hope and your meed ; — She shall tell of my peace. . • Ftom the mist to the mist Soils a, -river of prayer : That, the .God of all woraen ' • May BavcydtT In o&re! ■ • . " " . , - • - — tßoha, — "This paper," said .-Languid Lewis, "tells about a horse runnin' away with a woman, and she was laid ud for fllx weeks." "That ain't so worse," rejoined Boastful Benjamin ; "a friend of mine once ran away vsitl- a hor^e, and he was laid up fog six jears,"