VERSE OLD AND NEW

Poverty Bay Herald, Volume LIV, Issue 16622, 14 April 1928, Page 10

VERSE OLD AND NEW

HIGHWAY, All day the motors droaning past In merry wanderlust Sing one familiar song to me, Theu vanish in the-dust.

"A road that takes you round the world Is handy by your door. ' You'll find it tmooth for many miles, And rough for many more.

"The road is old and you are young; Con\e out and choose your star! Each mossy milestone left behind Will prove the man you are."

All night the cars go.droning past In conquest of the dawn. I will not hear their chant again— To-morrow I'll be gone! —Ralph Emerson Hackett. MY DELIGHT AND THY DELIGHT. My delight and thy delight Walking, like two angels white, In the gardens of the night; My desire and thy desire Twining to a tongue of fire, Leaping live, and laughing higher; Thro' the everlasting strife In the mystery of life.

Love, from whom the world began, Hath the secret of the sun.

Love can tell, and love alone, Whence the million' stars were strewn, Why each atom knows its own, How. in spite of woe and death,Gav is life, and sweet is breath:

This he taught us this we know, Happy in his science truo, Hand and hand as' we stood 'Neath the shadows of the wood, Heart to heart as we lay In the dawning of the day. —Robert Bridges.

YOUTH'S THE SEASON. Youth's the season made for joys, Love is then our duty; She alone who that employs, Well deserves her beauty. Let's be gay While wo may, Beauty's a flower despised in decay. Let us drink and sport to-day, Ours is not to-morrow. Love with youth flics swift away, Age is nought but sorrow, Dance and sing, Time's on the wing, , Life never knows the return of spring. —John Gay.

ENGLISH GIRL'S HYMN. ' A PRAYER FOR AIRMEN. Miss May Rowland, of Redlands, Hartficld road, Eastbourne, has won the first prize of £2O for writing the words of a hymn for airmen; in a competition arranged' by the Hymn Society of America. .Miss Rowland has lived in' Eastbourne for some years, but her home is at Holly Bank", WodsiockVOxfordshire, where her family nre still well known. The following is the hymn:—

God of the sinning hosts that range on ' . high, - Lord of the seraphs serving day and night, ' ' . Hear us for these, our squadrons of the sky, And give to them the succour of Thy might.

Thou who' dost ride the stormcloud's dusky wings, • ■Who for the lightning's breath hath ; made a way, ; When tempest-toss'd to Thee the airman clings; , Speak that the tumult cease, 0 Lord, wq pray.

High in the trackless space that paves Thy throne, ; '. Claim, in- Thy love, these souls in dnn.tct's thrall, " Be Thou their Pilot through the Great Unknown. Then shall thov mount as eagles and not fall. ' Amen.