VARIOUS VERSES.

Wairarapa Age, Volume XXIX, Issue 8266, 20 October 1906, Page 3

VARIOUS VERSES.

POEIRY OF LAHOUR

•'Toil swings the axe, and forests . bow; The seeds break out in raliant bIOOTI, BJoh harvests smile behind the plough, And iHies cluster round the loom; Where towering tiomas and r.upemig spires '■i Adorn the vale aud orowu (he bill, Stoni labonr light 6* its beacon-flies, And plumes with smoke the forge and mill. ' "The monarch onk, the woodland's pride, Whose trunk is seamed with light ning scarf, Toil launobes on the restless tide, And there unrolls the iiag of stars, The engine with its Jungs of flauit. And ribs of brass aud joints of steel, From Labour's plastic fiDoers came, With sobbing valve uuri whaling .wheel. •'Tie Labour works tbo magio press?, And turns the .crank in hives or toll, And beckons angels down to blrsa Industrious hands on sea and soil. Here sun-browned ioil, with sniuiug spade, Links lake to lake with silver ties Strong thick with palaces of trade, And temples lowering to the skies."

THE NEWS FROM PETERBOF,

What's the news from Peterhof—from quiet little Peterhot, From peaceful littla Petefhof, where Nicholas resides? What's the double guard about? > And what's tho fighting hard about? And what's the bloody yard about? And what's the row,;besides?

What's the news from Peterhcf—from restful little Peterhof, From sweet, Edenic Peterhof, where .Nicholas retires?. What's the din and roar about ? And what's the bolted door about? And wbat's tbe runnii'g gore about? And what are all the fircfe?

What's the nows from Peterhof—from Gozy littlePeterhof, From soothing little Peterhof, of which we're often read? Whose eorso is that upon his shield? What man is that the Cossack steeled? • \ And why is Nicholns. concealed in , uuderneath his be ?

—Clark MoAdatus, in "St. Lows Post Dispatch."

SO THE OLD FOLKS SAST.

The old folks say; Toe times are changing, Tbe bygene years were surely best; O'er land and sea, lor ever ranging, Men wander now in vague unrest; And faded ar& ihe green romances, Tbe morning light has died away, Tbe world has lost its' golden chances! So the old folks eay.

The old folk.s say;' The days are duller The sweetest songs are loft unsung, The spring was full of scent aud ooloor. # Long, long age, when we were yonng Above oar heads the sky was.|clearer, And warmer was the sunlight ray; Yet Heaven is now a little hearer, So the old folks SBy.

The old folk 9 say; 'Tis summer weather, < Play, children, to your heart's desire, But leave ue hand In band together, Beside the swiftly falling fire. For earthly chains are near Sheir breaking, And eyea are dim and looks are gray, V But Love's a dream that knows no ! waking, \ So the old- folks say. —Pall Mall Gazette. [HURKAH FOR THE WOOL.! The hat vest is coming round again, 'Tis time to get to graft, To gather up the woolles, To muster, sbeaV, and draft; With pea and paddock fall < Of a moving mass of wool, The money's free f r r you and me. Hurrah for the wool! The sheds are filling fast [and fret, The men are on the job, So get a hand in while you may, And earn your little bob. With oombs and Gutters full Of soft and easy wool, The money's free for you and me, Hurrah for the wool! The fleeces lie along the, floor, And tables disappear. This is the time to make things hum— i The time of all the year. With bin and presses full Of well conditioned wool, The money's free for you and me, Hurrah for the wool! So gather up and sing a song To make the rafters ring, box all the world mast learn to know The jumbuok is the thing, Whit pockets fat and full Of proceeds from the wool, Where'er it be the money's free. Hurrah for the wool! W. M. Fleming.