THE MERRY MUSE.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 1125, 19 December 1914, Page 4

THE MERRY MUSE.

The Dove of Peace piped up once more And said: "What shall I do? The cannon fierce so loudly roar No one can hear me coo.'' «•* THREE WORDS. There are tiuee words, tue sweetest words In ail of human speech— More sweet than arc tne songs of birds Or pages poets preach.' This life may be a vale of tears, A sad and dreary thing— Three words, and' trouble disappears And birus begin to sing. Three words will dissipate the gloom lhe sun begins to *hine. Three words wid Ui.ss<pate the gloom And water turn to wine. Three words will cheer the saddest days. '1 love youi'" \\ rung, by neck 1— It is another, sweeter pura e, "Enclosed find cheque." —Doug.aa jialioch, in " American Luaiueanau." ••• SUNRISE SONNETS, i. () chantie'eer of brazen voice and' proud 'inat uo.-.t awake me when the uawn's lirst giance Falls mostly upon my legless pants That iiatie.-.sly rec.iue and han ensiiroUd The chair beside my bed, are thou endowed With some fell spirit of inane romance Tn.il taou dost voice sucft wi.d exuberance Y Thy rusty crow's intolerably loud, -last thou a mission to the wor.d redeem, To ;i the laggard' leap from slothful rest, To wat Kit time is passing like a dream, (Oh, would it were!) and morning hours are best. Qr dost thou strive to make it plain That I should rise to catch my early train?

Presumptuous bird, what impudence is thine! Thy fate awaits thee with a sharpen- " ed axe; At thee would 1 with joy take sundry whacks E'en now, were not this ' lengthened frame of mine So prone to linger, drowsy and supine, So enervated and exceeding lax ! Ah, me! why is the morning will like was? Why doth the midnight stimulate like wine ? Yes, I remember that, when but a lad. I used to hail the rooster's morning call And wonder why my slightly peevish dad Would shout, "You imp, shut up your fiendish bawl!" Ah. well. I doze—he-waz-ze-besh-of-men Great Scott! I've missed that early train again I