Verse--Old & New

Poverty Bay Herald, Volume LXII, Issue 18632, 16 February 1935, Page 10

Verse--Old & New

Little Tilings. It was only a bright “Good morning!" As she passed along her way, But i; cheered and brightened up a life Throughout, the livelong day. It was only, a Ihottghlftil action Eor a-poor old invalid; But no one-can ever the value 101 l Of that unselfish deed.

It was only a stuile for the children. As to school ihey hurried along, Blit oh, the groat difference it made to ' them— Their sighing was turned to song!" —From “Songs in the Night, ’’ by “An Officer's Daughter." “God’s Garden.” Life is a deathless garden Where time is eternal spring And the .waters of fulfilment flow And faith has a rock to cling.

'Tis ever the time of harvest, And ever the time of seed, The moments as the seasons are And fruit in the flower of need.

'Twas God Himself who made it, Whose hand drew day from night And set therein those ageless things And named them love and light.

And now is the time of reaping, And now shall the seed be flung, For love is as the moments are And light is over young! —CJ. E. li. ,Jacobs, from a book of verse, “ God's Garden " Let Us Go Back. Lot us go back to simple kindly ways. To otd sweet homely joys and wholesome mirth, There is so much to make life beautiful So many lovely things belong to earth. . The miracle of spring . . . the joy of fall A happy child to answer when 1 . call. t never see the leaves unfold and spread Their soft new lingers out to find the sun But my own heart is healed and comfort ed— Made clean and new again—and , everyone Who sees this glad renewing of the spring Must feel the hand of l.ove in everything. God’s u;ays have never changed', .the seasons still March on with glad fulfilment in their veins, Seedtime and harvest keep their trust with us The earth still answers to the blessed rains, And gives her increase to the sons of men; Spring clothes the waiting fields in green again. Let us go back to dear old-fashioned t kings ('l’llis endless striving* breeds its own defeat), The quiet, joy of home and little folk A red-roofed collage on a friendly street. With Love to sanctify and peace to bl os.s Is all T ever ask for happiness. —Edna .Faqnes.