Verse--Old & New

Poverty Bay Herald, Volume LXIII, Issue 19100, 22 August 1936, Page 13

Verse--Old & New

Creation, j (iod made men: j Vicious and greedy, With tho heart of n wolf And I lie eyes of a mole; Out of the dull clay Ruthlessly fashioned, Then satirically, tenderly, Added a soul. —Jessie Holt. Prom "Line-o-Typo or Two'' column, Chicago Tribune. Going Home I'm going back to Kilmactigue, To Sligo in the Spring; And, oh, to hear in leafy lanes The thrush and blackbird sing; To see anew the shamrocks bloom In .field and sheltered glen, Tbat'nostlo round tho Claddagh hills— I'm going home again! The paths I trod in boyhood days Shall know my steps once more; I'll visit shrines of saint, and sage From lovely shore to shore; Beside the Moy I'll muse and dream Of Erin's storied past; My r.oad is now to Kilmactigue, Oh, fortune, speed, me fast!

When dawn above the Irish coast Dispels the gloom of night, With joy shall I behold again The'land of lost delight; And Avhc-n the sun in liquid gold Sinks over Corthoon Hill, My lips will utter thankful prayer, My smil with gladness thrill. I'm going back to Kilmactigue— Oh, blessed ship and train!— I'll see the river by the road And fool the scented rain; Thank God thai; now 'lis ctune to this, The die at length is cast, To places holy in my heart .I'm going home at last!" —Henry L. Gavan, in "Old Castle Garden." To Jack The Volunteer The following' was written as a mark of esteem to Mr. J. Pierce, avlio linked up with volunteering at an early age in 1865, but perhaps more seriously in 1575. He volunteered in '7O. Great God! of yours and mine, O'er sixty blessed years ago and now without a dime. Of what avail your countries all, "lis like a separate faction. Y.ou stand and 'shun! for bugle call To gallop into action. What was man's creed in '7o—To be a man indeed; To build, up from the slump of war the same old broken reed: To drill, Form fours! Mark time! Dismiss! Be a unit in a section. But line! friend .lack! You did not miss Its team work and its tension. Your country's need in '7o again tllO manhood breed, Not hot, nor cold, but ever bold and keen to ill old in meed With all vour might and bulldog creed.' Measure for the week and Aveary. Not yours, but theirs—your duty's deed, And oik! you ne'er thought dreary.

Again, friend .lack, to olden times the mind does hearken back,

To home so dear,"and the fellow cheer, with the glass of sack: for those olden times were hearty. Long, long ago 'tis true Jack, to Victoria's lime and party, Now damned 'isms (rouble yon.

Yet bear a hand to si ill the band, of this world's new thunder. The fear of self and greed of pelf makes the old sport w.ondcr, For action, nerve and special verve Of the old-time volunteer Is wanted here with will to serve And goodwill to help and cheer. Rat-a-tat-tat! The side drum calls, not silent, nor in lack Of spirit, to live and will to give service with you Jack. If now von must mark time, "Old Man" With 'isms which defeatyow, Take heart of grace, in your worldly span, And once again we'll greet you. —das. Morrison.