Verse— Old & New

Poverty Bay Herald, Volume LXII, Issue 18763, 20 July 1935, Page 13

Verse — Old & New

Defiance. I’ll climb the mountain though I die, I’ll dare the wind where winds are stronger, Nearer than nnSst I’ll reach the shy, Bear the clay’s heat a little longer; And when I fall—as fall I must— I’ll lie the closer to the dust, I’ll make my bed in wood and stone, I’ll battle in the great winds’ striving. With the vast trees bo elaspt and thrown; And share the fiery Dawn’s arriving; I’ll watch the winged stars put t< flight And the black cygnets of the night. I’ll tarry where the big" cloud moves. Bed with the wild bird in his cover. Hear the large thunder of bright hooves, And take the tempest for my lover; And who shall dare to. mourn for me When I fall, headlong, like a tree? None shall lament great gales gone by, The wild wing folded, and for ever; Mourn' the proud tree that swept the sky ; Ere it was carried by the river Te feed small fires, and not return. I shall lie singing while I burn. —Agues- Grazier Herbert son, in London Observer. Hill Cathedral “MOW there is sudden music on this hill; Small winds grow friendly with the sternest boughs And bolder with the evergreens that fill The arc-lies and the nave of this, God’s house, With rolling preludes; here the quiet voWs Of waters mingle with exultant

choirs Of woodland voices; hero the kindled

fires Of maples are the myriad tapers lit About the altar —the whole length of it Draphd in the eon vent-lace of starred

Wild plunij Whefcoh winged travellers-find visit i- . ’ eiini Of sparklingdew and honey-manna spread— Evert ns I, in spirit, too am fed Atitl find tity wild heart, strangely comforted.” —Marion Doyle, in the Christian Century. , r imiC- • |T .MI-11 in ■■»*#*