ST. GEORGE'S SPELLING BEE.

Thames Star, Volume VII, Issue 2104, 1 October 1875, Page 2

ST. GEORGE'S SPELLING BEE.

The two following compositions, the first by Miss Kate Spencer, the second by |Miss Charlton, were considered by Dr. Kilgour of equal merit for the second prize offered for original composition at the late Spelling Bee. We give them both, as we consider each of thorn en* titled to considerable praise. TIME AND TIDE WAIT FOR JTO MAN. As I wandered by the sea-shore,. In a glorious Summer's day, Gazing at the heaving 1 billows, And the white and surging spray, I was filled with sad forbodings Of man's frail uncertain state— How, throughout the whole creation, " Time and Tide for no man wait." But I could not" long ait silent, Brooding o'er life's sullen cares, For the tide was slowly rising, And had reached me unawares. It made me think how life was fleeting, Sealing man's untimely fate; ' . Ever ana anon repeating " Time and Tide for no man wait." We may learn a life-long lesson From the eVer-restless wave. So, work to-day, for every moment Brings us nearer to the grave. There is time for every duty, No one need ever be too late, For though men spend their lives in dreaming, " Time and Tide for no man wait." .

A little longer in this vale of sorrow; A few more links to lengthen out the chain, And thou shalt hail the bright and beaming morrow That sets thee free from all thy earthly pain. How blest thou art to leave life's fitful fever, To dwell with God above yon bright blue sky,. - To yield thy spirit to the blessed giver : To fall asleep in God is not to die. Thy friends will bow their heads in gyjef and sadness, And mourn thy loss with sorrowings and tears ; Oh, should their hearts not fill with joy and gladness That thou art spared the caves of many yeara? A little longer—yet a few brief years— And I may join thee, never more to mourn. Oh, blessed thought! No sorrow, no more tears, Nothing but joy for all who reach that bourne; Ah ! no more weary watchings, no more waitings, No more heartaches forthose we love so well; No jealousy, no envyings, no hatings, No heart-wrung sighs of pain that we must quell. Oh, Love unknown ! Oh, Mercy all excelling!.. Humbly we bear the cross that Thou hast given; And sure,'tis mercy, far beyond my telling, To fall asleep on earth and wake in heaven.