LIFE'S BEST HOURS.

Colonist, Volume LII, Issue 12750, 23 March 1910, Page 4

LIFE'S BEST HOURS.

What are the best Lours of one't life? The coloured ones of course. The grey and black hours we would fain forget and fling backwards from us as we fling a mourning-veil. „ The white hours are the tender ones we pack away in lavender,- too precious even to be looked at or handled. The golden ones, of course, are the ones we live at the harvest-time of love; the green ones come first, then the rosy moments fly, but after the golden come only those of violet hue. These are always tinged with sadness for after the violet comes the night.' Yes, the golden hours are best. But, liko the sun that sinks in the west every night, and is forgotten until the next morning, it shines again, so when the gold fades out of our sky we are apt to think, mournfully, only of the aftermath, and the bare and garnered ground, instead of the riotous red of the flaming poppiesat harvesttime ready to see only bitterness in a love that is past. "One thing is certain," wrote the Persian poet, "and the rest is lies. The flower that once has bloomed for ever dies." liut there are other flowers always to bo had. Why, roses bloom all through the year, even in the London streets.