VERSE, OLD AND NEW

Poverty Bay Herald, Volume LV, Issue 17068, 28 September 1929, Page 11

VERSE, OLD AND NEW

MUSIC. There is a world that all nrourld us lies, Elusive, dim, and yet so nenr, so near, We tremble on its verge in hope and fear Of uniinaginod things past all surmise. Beyond the spectrum’s sheaf of rainbow dyes What unseen splendors stream around us here! What harmonies too fine for mortal ear Thrill through the silence of unconscious skies Comes Music with her mystic aureole, And brings the freedom that our dreaming knows, Insistent storms the* prison of the soul, Flings wide its gates—and Jo! ’ere yet they close, We see thro’ viewless space the aeons roll, And hear the mute sweet message of the rose. —L. A. Lcfcvrc, —L. A. Lefeve, in “A Garden by the Sea.’’ A DISPUTE. Robbie McPherson and Dougal Mcßae Are baith 0’ them sensible men. But they ennna agree On the length 0’ the brae On the road frae the touu to the Glen. • ‘ Dougal, for instance,, is-, ready to , ,sWbar • That, the distance is hardly a mile, “It’s maybe three-quarters,” he says, “but nae mair, And. I’ve tramped 1 it gey often this while.” Rabbie ca’s Dougal a silly young nyaf, And he aye wants to threap doun your throat That to think it is less than a mile and a half , Wad discredit the sense 0’ a goat. It’s queer, as I sav, that two sensible men Are in sic a rideoculous pass; But—Rail has to travel to work in the Glen, ■ Dougal gangs courtin’ a,lass. —Alex Scott. THE LATE LAMENTED. He was far better than the best of these, (Tliougn they aren’t bad, at that) say, was he game! I thought I had a tiger on my hands (I guess you’ve noticed that my wrist is lame). I only wish you could have seen him, boys! He would have knocked your evo out any day; He was the daddy of ’em all; a beaut! That fish I caught—the one that got away! —M.L.J.