Selected Verse

Waikato Times, Volume 114, Issue 18986, 1 July 1933, Page 13 (Supplement)

Selected Verse

THE THINKER.

Back of the beating hammer By which the steel Is wrought, Back of the workshop's clamour The seeker may find the Thought, The Thought that is ever master Of iron and steam and steel, That rises above disaster And tramples It under 'heel 1

The drudge may fret and tinker Or labour with lusty blows, But back of him stands the Thinker, The clear-eyed man who knows; For into eacli plow or saber, Each piece and part and whole, Must go the Brains of Labour, Which gives the work a soul!

Back of flic motors humming, Back of the belts that sing, Back of (lie hammers drumming, Back of llie cranes that swing, There is the eye which scans llicm, Watching through stress and strain, There is ltic Mind which plans llicm— Back of the brawn, the Brain l

Might of the roaring boiler, Force of the engine’s thrust, Strength of Ihe sweating (oiler — Greatly in these we trust. But back of them stands ihe Schemer, The Thinker who drives things through; Back of the Job —the Dreamer Who’s making the dream come true I —Be"lon Braley. CREATION. Let man exist I Attend him Love, and teach ideals high; When human vice stains Purity, when man By evil deed puts Righteousness to flight, When from the path of Peace he strays, O Love, Re thine Iho task to teach him right I And when Foul selfishness denies (he soul 1 hroalhe. Williin him, then, () Love, he lliine Iho task To root it nut! i will Dial, man shall lie! 1 will that, he shall pass llirougli trial, woe. And even War, to Universal Peace On earth I I will that he shall learn In know That Brotherhood complete must he for him The goal to aim at, in the face of all Tii aI, hindrelh! Universal Happiness Shall then exist and lie for ever known! This miracle shall. Iliou, 0 Love, achieve, for in Ibis happiness on carlli I find My Glory. —llcv. Dr. 11. Picreira Mendes

REMEBERED.

Each soul keeps one closed room, one hunger known Only within the heart's concealing glove; And mine, dear friends, is that I might have shown A greater thanks for that sweet lady’s love. To live with her again this precious May! To share, but once again, one confidence Within that home of peace and lilac spray Time hath enrobed with gentlest reverence ! Each soul keeps one white wish, one silver key, Which will swing wide its most unstained intent; Ami mine, dear friends, is that somehow she see Her memory is heart's own sacrament—Bert 'Gookslcy. THE BIRTH OF DAY. A breathless hush that shimmers soft Across the dew bespangled lawn, While mists of pearl enfold the world Like bridal veils before the dawn. And stealing through the silence deep A blackbird’s song cur spirits hold, It floats and quivers through the air, And falls to earth as liquid gold. Aroused from slumber by his voice The feathered choir unites to sing, And from each bush and tree and copse Their sweetest notes with joy they fling. Till slowly, up from depths of dreams, The sun awakens to the morn, And wrapt in gleaming rays of light, Proclaims the day of beauty born. —Edith A. Vassie.

ON HEARING ST. PETER’S CHOIR

Across I lie Irarkiess mounlains of Ihc sea Where tempest wnlelies like a cormorant, Outriding lightning, llie sky's ma.jesly, Mills Ihc proud chorus of llie Sis I inn chant. Above llie discord of a heedless city, Music is buildod in a jeweled 'dome: Anguish and ■triumph, eeslasy and pity. Drifting down like incense from dislant Rome.

If I, so deafened by the world, can hear SI. Peter’s choir across uncharted space, Maybe, in a resplendent hour of grace I shall bear (bid from llis eeieslial sphere. Maybe my small and timid bird of prayer Will lind a nest williin llis bosom there. Horenee Ripley Muslin.