SECRET POETRY.

Tuapeka Times, Volume VI, Issue 274, 1 May 1873, Page 7

SECRET POETRY.

E»E GOLDEN AGE AND THE AGE OF GOLD. ,lk» were happy as days wer» long In the old Arcadian times* VVhen life seemed only a dance and a song In th« sweetest of all sweet climes. Our world grows bigger, and, staee by stage, As the pitiless years have rolled, RTeVe quite forgotten the Golden Ag©» And come to the Age of Gold. June went by in a sheepish way Upon ThessaJy's plains ojfcore ; In the nineteenth century tiVbs at play Mean mutton, and nothing more. Our swains at present are far too sage To live as one lived ©f old, So they couple the crook of the Golden Age, With a hook in the Age of Gold. from Corydon's reed the mountains round Heard news of his. latest flame ; And Tityrus made the woods resound With the echoes of Daphne's name ; They kindly left us a lasting guage Of their musical art, we're told ; And the Pandean pipe of the Golden Age Brings mirth to the Age of Gold. Dwellers in huts and in marble halls — From shepherdess up to the queen — Cared little for bonnets, and less for Bhawls, And nothing for crinoline. But now simplicity's not the rage, j And it's funny to think how cold • The dress they wore in the Golden Age Would seem in the Age of Gold. Electric telegraph, printing, gas, Railways, balloons, and steam, Are little events that have come to pass Since the days of that old regime. And spite of Lempricre's dazzling page, I'd give — though it might seem bold — A hundred years of the Golden Age For a year of the Age of Gold. Henry, S. Leigh.