While We May.

Southern Cross, Volume 18, Issue 10, 18 June 1910, Page 11

While We May.

The hands are such dear hands ; They are so full ; they turn at our

demands So often ; they reach out, With trifles scarcely thought about, So many times ; they do So many things for me, for you— If their fond wills mistake, We may well bend, not break.

They are such fond, frail .lips, That speak to us. Pray if love strips Them of discretion many times, Or if Ifhey speak too slow or quick,

such crimes We may pass by, for we may see Days not far off when those small words may be Held not as slow, or quick, or out of place, but dear, Because the lips are no more here.

They are such dear, familiar feet that

go Along the path with ours—feet fast

or slow. And trying to keep pace—if they

mistake Or tread upon some flower that we would take

Upon our breast, or bruise some reed, ■Or crush poor hope until it bleed, We may be mute, Nor turning quickly to impute Grave faults ; for they and we Have such a little way to go—can be Together such a little while along the way,

So many little faults we find, We see them, for not blind Is love. We see them, but if you and

Perhaps remember them some by and bv.

They will not be Faults then— grave faults —to you and me, But just odd ways, mistakes, or ev-

en less, Rompmberances to bless. Days change so many things — yes, hours, We see so differently in suns and

showers. Mistaken words to-night Mav be so cherished by to-morrow's 'light, We may be patient, for we know

There's such a little way to go. —Selected.