VERSE OLD AND NEW.

Poverty Bay Herald, Volume XLIX, Issue 16074, 10 March 1923, Page 11

VERSE OLD AND NEW.

THE LIFE MERCHANT “•Soil mo ;i home.” “A house your hands e:iii make? A si one or ! wo. a lit.ilc lime to slake’ Founded on dreams and finished when you wake.’ Unlike old Rome That took so many, many days to lmlld. Go to. Go to. IJuv. but you’ll find vour vision mifulfilled.” ‘‘Sell me Romance.'' “A light before flu* dawn? Lamps in the dark, and silken curtains drawn? Nightingales singing on a summer lawn ? The Goddess Chance Whose antic lingers add your numbers up ? Go to. Go to. They who will drink, ihomselves must mi v ihe cup. ’ ’ “I w.ll have both.” “Why ves, i key’re there to choose. Only yourself must sharp the tool yeti use. Churlish 1 am not. Nothing 1 refuse. 1 am not loth To trade. Rut I am blind and very old. Co to. Go to. j 1 hear your winds, I cannot see your 1 gold.” —A. F. Trotter. i i THE WIND ON THE II ILLS. I L is good to be up in the hills When the dawn is breaking When the sun anil the ineoz.e And the flowers and the trees And the whole wide world are waking. It is good to bo young and strong, And drink of the wine that fills The morning cup when the sun is up And the wind blows over the hills. Jr is good to lie down in the hills When the night eontes creeping. When the sun and the breeze And the flowers and the trees And the whole wide world are sleeping. It is good to be young and tired And drink of the wine that fills The evening cup when the moon is tip And iho wind blows over the hills. It is good to thank God in the hills That His love has tended r fhe sun and the breeze The flowers and the trees, And the whole wide world so splendid. And it’s good when the journey’s done We drink of the cup Death fills. If we take our rest where the sun shines best And the wind blows over the hills. —John Scnife, Commander R. X. London, Eng. THE REAL REFORMER. “Not he, the statesman, whatsoe’er t liis name, ! Who would strip Life of all adventur- 1 ousness, 1 Of all but arrow-proof and storm- < proof dress, Making it more and more ignobly 1 tame, 1 Poorer in perils which they that over- i came 1 Were braced and manned by—making ' it less and less The school of heroes armed for strug- i gle and stress, Not he shall win hereafter radiant 1 fame. But when some dauntless teller of truth unsweet '■ Shall shake the slumberous People. ■ with rude power, ; To a. vast New Birth of all the soul and mind, 1 Him, and none oilier, at the destined < hour, Him, cptiek or dead, the thunderous thanks shall greet, / Not of his country alone, but of his ! kind.” f —From “a Hundred Poems” by ' William Watson. ' t A PRAYER. J Give me a good digestion, Lord, And also something to digest; i Give me a healthy body, Lord, •“ And sense to keep it at its best. (live me a healthy mind, good Lord, To keep the good and. true in sight. Which, seeing.sin, is not appalled, s Bnt finds a wav to set it right. 1Give mo a heart that is not bored, > That does not whimper, whine or It sigh; . r Don ’t let me worry overmuch About the ftissv thing called ”1.” Give me a sense, of humor,, Lord, Give me the power to sec a joke. To get some happiness from life 11 And pass it on m other folk. s —Anon.