VARIOUS VERSES.

Wairarapa Age, Volume XXVIII, Issue 7971, 24 February 1906, Page 7

VARIOUS VERSES.

LOVE'S FAITH. (By John Ernest McOana). T care not how the old world naasea by, Nor if in the silent places stand; I only care if thou, my love, and I Together to life's end, walks hand in hand. I bear no voice across life's ocean call, To tell me of a paradise on high, I only hear thy voice, my love, my all, While we love on together, thou and £. I care not if, neglected and alone, I walk beneath the tired eyes of fame; While thy heart ia my Mecca aad my throne, My heart can never know neglect or shame. I only know that heaven is so near, While oar souls, like two swallows, seaward fly, That I oan never know a fear or tear, While we love on together, thou and I. ON THE BORDERLAND. 1 was sitting sadly dreaming By the fireside lone and still, 'Sunsets later glow was streaming Over meadow, wold, and hill; But within the chamber lonely 1 was sitting dreaming, only Listening to the voice of silence and the wind that name at will. I was Bitting—down before me . Lay the'volume I had read; For a flood of thought came o'er me, Fall of memories of the dead, Full of mystic tones that thrilled me, iPall of haunting light that, filled me Like the woof of faintest moonshine falling on a dreamer's head. Voioes I had been forgetting Sounded Btrangely in mine ears; Joys of which the deep regretting Long bad slumbered, and the tears; Hopes that ne'er reaohod fruition, Early longing, dead ambition, Game upon me in the twilight as they had not come for yoars. Then the night fell deep and holy, With it slow surcease of light, And the moonbeams faintly, lowly, Glided in like soirita white; Till at last their silver glistened On my forehead da I listened To the vast and quiet breathing of the solitary night. Deeper still the magic bound me In the silent, haunted room, Weaving subtle weba around me— Web of mist and dream and doom; 'Thoughts thatf pass the guarded portal •Bounding mortal from immortal, Where the ear may catob an echo of the life beyond the tomb. —ARTHUR L. SALMON;