THE SPEEDING YEAR,

Star (Christchurch), Issue 16705, 10 April 1922, Page 7

THE SPEEDING YEAR,

illy AVAI.T MASON ) It’s labelled Nineteen -Twenty-Two, this blessed year of grace, and it will soon be out oi view, so swiftly does it race, to join the sad and phantom crew in Time’s dark dumping place. So let us waste no useful days; but cinch them as they pass, and saw our wood and hoe our maize, and cut all kinds of grass, or in our old age we shall raiso the failure’s cheap alas. Our years of usefulness are few, soon fails the strong man s vim. and lethargy attacks : the thew, and feeble grows the limb: so mark llic days of twenty-two, and nail them as they skim. How mournful is the pilgrim hoar, who for lost chances weeps! How futile is the busted bore who ill the poorhouso sleeps! The year that s gone comes back no more, it s looped the loop for keeps. Ho let us labour with our hands, and with our heads and feet, in offices or peanut stands, in lields of shredded wheat; and when old age upon us lands, we’ll find life’s winter sweet. The brave new year is speeding by, its cylinders all hit, it’s climbing all the hills on high, and throwing dust and grit ; "rah* the bright hours as they fly, I ,1,.Y, they flit.