Poetry.

Woodville Examiner, Volume XXII, Issue 3872, 11 May 1906, Page 2 (Supplement)

Poetry.

A LITTLE SONG. A little song can do no wrong, .lie it brave or gay ; And if, perchance, it linger on Far from tho busy way, Its gentle music yet may fill. Some lonely singer’s breast As saored hells do sombre dells, With rest, with rest. A little rose that love bestows, May wither leaf and stem, And yet it’s meni’ry may outlast The cold but costly gem; And when in 'other days and climes A heart is sore oppressed, It may bes known the rose alone Was blest, was blest. A fragrant rose, a tender song, To hearts of grave and gay, May bloom in grace, may breathe in joy. But for a single day Yet life would be dark, dark, to thee Pleasure a jewelled jest, Did love not say:—“l am always Thy guest, thy guest.”