CHILDREN'S VERSES

Waikato Times, Volume 104, Issue 17466, 28 July 1928, Page 16 (Supplement)

CHILDREN'S VERSES

TO THE ROSE. Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me j That now she knows : When I resemble her to thee How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shims to. have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee; How small a part of time they share Who arc so wondrous sweet and fair 1 —Edmund Waller. ROBIN'S GRAVE. Tread lightly here, for here, 'tis said, When piping winds are hushed around, A small note wakes from underground, Where now his tiny bones are laid. No more in lone and leafless groves, With ruffled wing and faded breast, His friendless, homeless spirit roves; Gone to the world where birds are blessed, Where never cat glides o'er the green, Or schoolboy's giant form is seen; But Love, and Joy, and smiling Spring Inspire their little souls to sing. —Samuel Rogers.