VARIOUS VERSES.

Wairarapa Age, Volume XXIX, Issue 8202, 4 August 1906, Page 3

VARIOUS VERSES.

BUT LEAVES. Just as a loaf Falls from the tree, After a brief Vitality,— Of Nature'-J crown, We, one by one, Each flutter down, Our abort day done. Storm tossed the leaf, Heated by raiu, Rustling with grief, Drooping with pain. Upward ita gaze, Seeking the light, Glad in its blaze, Strong in its might! Spring's promise gay,— Summer's full breath.,— Autumn's decay,— Winter's cold earth,— Fallen!—and then j Once out of sight, Both leaves and men Forgotten quite! But not in vain Does the leaf live Mankind will gain All that men give. This year's leaf gone? Grown has the tree! Our lives help on Humanity! —G. A. Willis. TWIL.IGOT SONG.. twilight shadows falling, Hide the heavens of blue, Bat the Light is calling, Sweetneart, to you; "Though the shadows dim the skies, All the morning's in your eyes!" There Love's morn is shining Beautifully bright; Bow can there be darkness? Sweetheart, Love is light! Hear this echo from far skies: "All the morning's in your eyes 1 WHY ISA wOTOii OAR FEMININE? The Autocar publishes the follownig verses from a lady reader, who *- offers them as a solution to the oftasked question: Why is a motor oar called she? Why is a woman or a oar Like conscience when you err? Because however hard you try, You cannot 'silencer.' Why is a motor feminine? (The subject dare I tounh?) Because sometimes if she's upset She has a strong fierce 'clutch. Why is a woman like a car?' (Think a moment on it) s Because a woman and a car Both must have a 'bonnet. Why is a motor fetrinine? (¥on really ought to know) Because till she s inclined to move you cannot make her go. Or should the answer be because A woman and a car Of pleasure, comfort, worry too, A funny 'mixture are? AFTER! After the darkness, dawning, And stir of the rested wing; Freßh fragrance from the medow, Freßh hope in everything! After the winter, springtime And dreams, that, flower-like, throng; After the tempest, silence; After the silence, song. After the heat of anger, Love, that all life en wraps; After the stress of battle, The trumpet soundeing 'taps.' , After regret and doubting, j A faith without alloy, God here and over yonder— The end of all things-joy! 1 —Florence Earle Ooates, in the 'Outlook' BENEFICENCE. Wouldst thou thine enemy from sin reclaim And sei his feet upon the heavenward road? Send kindly thoughts to flush his ' cheek with shame And be to waybard impulses a goad. —Sarah D. Hobart,