Select Poeters.

Colonist, Issue II, 8 December 1857, Page 4

Select Poeters.

PUSH ON! Awake and listen! Everywhere^ From upland, grove, and lawnf Outbreathes the universal prayer, The orison of morn. . Arise and don the working garb j - All nature is astir.; Lot honest motives be thy barb, And usefulness thy spun Stoop not to hear the boisterous jeers, (He£wouldbc what thou art,) They should not c'en offend thy ears, Much less disturb thy heart. What though you have no Bhining hord, (Inheritance of stealth,) To purchase at the broker's board The recompense of wealth ? Push on! You're rusting while you stand; will not do! Take life's small bundle in your hand, And trudge it briskly through.: Push on! Don't blush because you have a patch, In honest labour won; :■". There's many a small cot roofed with thatch That's happier than a throne. Push on! The world is large enough For you, and me, and all; You must expect your share of rough, And now and then a fall. But up again! act out your part— Bear smilingly your load; There's nothing like a cheery heart ; To mend a stony road. Push on! Jump over all the " ifs" and "buts," There's always some kind hand To lift life's wagons from the rats, Or poke away the sand. Push on! You're rusting while you stand; Inaction will not do; Take life's small bundle in your hand, And trudge it briskly through. Push on! AN EDITOR'S SOLILOQUY. To write or not to write—that's the question; Whether 'tis better to take up the pen, After a sleepy dinner of baked beans. To nib it, scratch your pate, and feel for brains In vain, till the last hour to publish; Or seize the scissors manfully And clip, and clip, and clip The better thoughts of others; We pause for counsel:— Joe, hand the scissors!