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Waikato Times, Volume 112, Issue 18803, 26 November 1932, Page 11 (Supplement)

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SPRING MOODS. Ob, I’m in love with everything! And I’m in love with this new Spring! And I’m in love with buttercups, And snuggling little wet-nosed imps, And crinkly chintz'on windy panes, And la I. red birds, and April rains, And little hoys with dirty knees, And stars that stumble into trees, And quick, brown brooks * * * Look, see that bit Of cloud? Why, I'm in love with it PITY SILENCES. I will hang my harp on the wall, I will sing no more, My brothers stand needy and cold And gaunt at my door. The vision of beauty is lost, And the dreams are fled; The music Is muted and drowned In the cry for bread. .My lips musl be silent to song, And Hie harp pul by— There is nothing llial ma.liers at all Save that piteous cry. But oh, that lhe pain «l my heart Would mell in a word Of a pity so vasl and so deep II musl needs be heard A word that would waken the world So 11 1 al none might lie Secure in his hed. and conleni, \\ liile his brothers die ! Iluselh' Mcrcier Montgomery.

NEW ENGLAND MOTHER. Since waste, to her, was most abhorrent, She poured her strength into a torrent Of household thrift, nor did she shirk A single task of all her work. Soap she made from bacon drippings,. Quilts she pieced from rag-bag snippings. She ground the dried-up parts of bread For puddings; sheets upon her bed Were laid the wrong end up, with care (Except when “company” was there), To save the hemstitched tops from wear. Shirts and drawers from flour sacks Were worn upon her children's backs, Paraffin from jellies clear Was saved and used year after year, Papers, magazines and string, Bottles, boxes, everything That could be used again, she kept. And once, when all the others slept, ' She rose, because the moon w-as bright And put her pantry shelves aright. She could not bear to waste that light I ' Ruth Seymour Vesely. SWEET SLEEP. Sleep Sweet williin this quiet room < i limit! wlio’er I lion arl. And let no mournful yesterday Idslurb Hiy peaceful hear!. Nor hd In-morrow scare thy rest With dreams of coming ill: Thy Maker is Ihv changeless friend, 1 [is love surrounds thee still. Forget thyself and all the world. Pul out each feverish light. The stars are watching overhead, Sleep Sweet! Hood night! Hood night! Mlien 11unIin~lon Hales.