VARIOUS VERSES.

Wairarapa Age, Volume XXIX, Issue 8237, 15 September 1906, Page 3

VARIOUS VERSES.

NO USE. 'S " li'a_ mighty disappointing when you've sat ana fished all day, And had to grin and bear it while the fish all got away. You've done ihe very best you could with hook and line and bait, And nothing else remained except to trust to Inck aud wait. You may as well take comfort in the * lazy summer day And feel the breeze and watch the shifting shadows in the bay, And do your be9t to tell the truth wbon you go borne a. night, 'Cause there's no use kiokiog if the flab refuse to bite. And when the years are passing—' most as swiftly aB the days, And you find the things you hinged for have all turned to other wuys, It's better to appreciate the laughter and the song Than take a solemn vow that all the world is going wrong. It's hard to bo convinced that you navo struck a losing chauoo No matter if the gama be love, arnbition or finance. i-But the days are full of sunshine v. and the stars all shine at uigbfc And there's no use kicking if the lash refuse to bite. Washington Star. MOTHER'S ROCKER. A worn old recking chair I know, With stiff, ungraceful form, That mother sat in years ago, And held us close aud warm. And though it is so faded now, Our henrts still fondly keep The chair where mother used to sit A nor rook us all to sleep. We must have tried her loving heart And made life hard for her, But ever patient, tender, kind, I* Sue was our comforter. Aud all along her toilsome way, However rough and steep, ■ She sang to us sweet lullabies, < And rocked u° all to sleep. J What precions dreams she must i have dreamed, y For all the coming days, *'vAs tenderly she guided us, And taught us Wisdom's ways. How earnestly she must have praypd. Ah I did she sometimes weep, When, in -that dear old rooking chair She rooked us all to sleep? Though years have passed and we are grown, Daer mother's heart ia young; And to her children's children, now, Soft lullabies are sung, "lis but a little gray has dared Among her looks to creep, .And she, too, loves the rocking chair * That locked us all to sleep. —Mrs P. A. JBreok. , THEXANIfo>~"PRETTY'SO6N."'' .1 know a land where streets are paved With the things we meant to achieve; It is walled with* the money we meant to hove saved, And the pleasures for which we grieve. The kind words spoken, the j promises broken, And many a coveted boon Are etowed away there in that land somewhere— The land of "Pretty Soon." There are uncut jewels of possible fame, Lying about in the dost, -And many a noble and lofty aim Covered with mould and rust. And, oh, this place, when it seems , near, ' Is farther away than the moon! Though our purpose is fair, yet we never gut there— Ihe land of "Pretty Soon." It ia farther at noon than it is at dawn, Farther at night that at noon: •Oh, let us beware of that land down there— The land of "Pretty Soon." THE ASTONISHED-COW. The outraged cow went forth and joined The herd among the greenery, "What d'ye think they did just now? They milked me by machinery." THE FLOWER-GATHERERS. 1 left behind the ways of care, The crowded hurrying hours, I breathed again the woodland air, I plucked the woodland flowers, Bluebells as yet but half awake, Primroses psle and cool, Anemones like stars that shake In a green twilight pool. -On these still lay the enchanted shade, The magic April sun; With ray own child I strayed, And thought the years were one. As through the copse she went and came My senses lost their truth; I called her by a dear dead name That sweetened all my youth. —Henry Newbolt, in the Speotator.