POETRY.

Southern Cross, Volume 20, Issue 16, 13 July 1912, Page 6

POETRY.

A REVERIE. Have you ever sat in the afternoon On the mossv rock by the waterfall, And heard the ferns and the water call Your thoughts to a realm of higher things ? Did you hear the tui’s wild, glad song, As it gurgled forth in the kowhai tree, Or the humming of the wild bush bee While heavily laden returning home ? Did the wood pigeon light on the giant pine, Or the fantail flit from bough to bough, Or the robin or tom-tit then and now Regard you near by with curious eye ? Then the bell-bird would sing you sat so still— And impart, in the flood of his joyous song That gladness of spirit which knows no wrong. The world of happiness each day; brings. And then, as through latticed leaves, 'The lengthening rays did . gently steal. Did you rise from your reverie to feel Yourself an airy thing, So buoyant with wonder that God made all for you ? For you ; that you might, in light or shade, know He forgets you not. This you felt ; and your spirit soared in a glorious flight. Of joy unspeakable ; the thorns along your path of life Did change to blossoms of Love and Truth. —A.