Poetry.

West Coast Times, Issue 3055, 18 January 1879, Page 1 (Supplement)

Poetry.

FRAGMENTS.

LIFE. This life i" Trat a wiidered dream, In ni'intnohouM oonoeive'd ; ■ Uinmlned wi b hiDes oheating gleam. Too fondly oft trelievod ! Bnt from tha dream whon shall we wake-r Wftat will the wakening be ? ' Shall we urue,and Irorn us shake The nigh.'a grim fantasy ? No one cai tel—h at Fiith^abivo 1 ■■ Is.aiiln to foresee— Th« Future it is ull her own, And di-eud Eternity ! HOPB. Thronph c'onfls of ialcy hne and solid mass, - A rilt oft limes appears ; And bappiupss amines forth respiendently, To bless life's later years. 'So when the wind and rain npon'ns heat, , And gloom is in our way, •Let. us believe in a j'ist God, whose power Will give a better day. RLSIE. Thou oomoßt nnt> me like a vision, Too bright tor ih s dark worli of care, ThonSrfeniest a mar frntn the Elysium, . , The aogel of an infant/* prayer. . — DoNaLD CaMEBON. ,— — * "ONE IN A THOUSAND". " Sue's one in a thousand," , said o!dfarmer Grey, As be wa lud knee-deep In the Bweui-scented hay. •' Yon won't ftad h«' like, rntrm, : From here to the town — lh tt woman out there Jn ibe calico gowa ! " You t'mught 'twns a servant A yoking ihe steers j ' Ancl ihepM farmer laughed 'Jill he started the tears. ' '"And yon was hnll right, mann, For, 'twixi you aud' me, ' She lias worked like a slave Since the yea.rforty-three. '" If you could have senn her J Tliui mum ing in May, When I stopped at h«r father's And took her away— A lkily younii bride, mann, So b ooming and fair, And ' chippm as thai little lamb FrUkitij}. there ! "You wouldn't a lho'nxhtit, N..w would yon, fnend, say[? As yoa look at hor wrinkled And brown fane to-day ? • * Her bard bony hands, mann, . . Her natk like a bow? All, Bhtj'e on o in a thousand To labiini-, that's so! " When first we were married, Ail.uli f.ii-my 6ate ;" And liern ibe old firmer L an»-d h>ir.i on Lis rake, " Bhe gave up her mu<ic And uave up her books — No nonsense about her, You'd ku'jw by her lo.iks!" " And if you should lose her? 1 ' I venture'! t'i say • _■ Th-" old firmer sighed < and looked do.vu at his hay ! "'Twould n'gn b>eak my heart, 1 ' He repl'O't with a tear. " An'i ih :i n help's uncommonly High about held'