PEDLAR'S PACK.

Otago Witness, Issue 3334, 6 February 1918, Page 3

PEDLAR'S PACK.

"Love Is no huckster; that is mine Is thine." AT HAND. Is the Dawn, then, far away, Love? Nay, nay, nay, Love— It is most near, most near; It is ever on the mountain tops, And over them tho Day, Love, Stands spread —0, spread majestical and clear! On the mountain tops, tho mountain topsfc and they, Love — So all the Sages teach — Are not so out of reach, Are not so hard to win, That we need stand and shrink, Like swimmers on the brink Of tho pool they know will bear . thg? plunger in. We have but to turn us strongly, With hearts steeled to enduro, From the long accustomed levels, The levels that allure — From their green fields, golden orchards, Flower-gay gardens, murmurous bees, Their shining river reaches, Their sea-fay haunted beaches, The endless, depthless witchery of thei* trees, Their soft sequestered valleys In whoße silence, in whose shade, The charmed dreamer dallies, Half secure and half afraid . . . Ah, the Lovjeliness familiar, conned, It holdeth us in thrall; Yet the Loveliness beyond—beyond— If, vibrant to Its call, We summon every strength, Speak word, break spell at length, Word is spoken, spell is' broken, Once for all. * Turn we strongly, turn we wholly, Like God's exiles Eden banisht, From the scene surpassing fair, And, 10, we faint with wonder, For the distances that sunder Vale and mountain top have vanisht—< . We are there 1 Yes, tho Dawn is all about us Where we stand, and overhead In illimitable reaches The Day, tho Day is spread. Mabstas.