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Waikato Times, Volume 114, Issue 19052, 16 September 1933, Page 11 (Supplement)

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THE TREASURE OF HEIGHTS. Seek them, ye strong, , . The cold of morning and the mountain wind. Through sun and whispering spray There lies one open way For manhood still to find The lamp of vision and the river of song: Seek them for truth, ye strong. Feel them, ye feet, The spring of heather and the shrinking snow. Cloud and the dews of night Leave them for your delight, That we may gladly go Through the grim city and the cobbled street; Feel them for hope, light feet. Hold them, ye hands, l'he rough of granite and the stinging rain. Each' stores them cn hill-slope. Clearing and clasp of hope, To cheer your age again Groping in darkness through tho last grey lands; Hold them for strength, sure hands. Take them, O heart, The joy of comrades and the thrill of strife. Who lias Hie hills for friend Has a God-speed to end 11 is path of lonely life, And wings of golden memory lo depart: Take them for love, true heart. —Geoffrey Wintlirop Young. “THE SONG OF THE GRATE.” Thou that hast made us all, Paper and Coal and Wood, Lo, wo have heard thy call; Lo, we have understood. Paper that flares and goes, Wood that crackles in flame, Coal that abides and glows, Surely their end is the same. All that we have to give, Giving we know not why, Not for ourselves we live, And not to ourselves we die. Not to ourselves we die, Fulfilling our Lord’s desire; Coal, Wood, Paper, and I, We have made our Master’s tire. —G. A. Alington, CREATIVITY. (This ancient Chinese folk-poem, which n.is come down In Hie present lime, is rmmliiy dated 2500 8.C.) "When the sun rises, 1 go In work: Whim tlie sun goes down. 1 lake my rest; i dig Hie well from which I drink: . 1 farm the soil that yields my foul. 1 share creation; kings could <hv no more." —Translation by Y. rL llan.

THE BABE. Once my feet trod Nineveh, Once my eyes saw Troy town burn, Now, if Plato tells the truth, Dipped in Lethe I return. What was old Is offered new? What is new was old before? That which tired mind evolved Mind untired may ignore. Certain now the fields to me Novel are and unforeseen, Certain too the neighbouring hedge A misty miracle of green. New the bird-song—very sweet; New the moon —and wondrous round, And, when the clouds collect, the rain Falls with a new and pleasing sound. A horse Is new, a sheep, a flower, Bent branch of twig, gnarled trunk of tree; The lovely and consistent dawn, The stealthy dusk—both new to me. New from henceforward all that comes, The prodigal and splendid sides. fire’s warmth, the first shy glance Of lovers’ eyes in lovers’ eyes. Every path untrodden yet. Every sound as yet unheard, Every thought within the heart A sleeping thought as yet unstirred. All to be new—o envious lot! Most blest of all who nothing knows, Most rich endowed whose infant mind Guesses not yet there Is the rose. —Monk Gibbon. EATING MORE. "East more fruit!" the fruiterer cries. "Though the urge to taste suoh food Cost our forbears Paradise, Eat more'fruit, for It Is good!’’ "Drink more milk!" the milkman pleads "This, the earliest drink you quaffed, SI ill can fill the grown-up’s needs. Take a gallon at a draught.” "Eat more meat." the butcher yells, "Whatsoever elso you bar. England's glorious record tells Beef has made us what. we. are. ’ • "Eat more fish!" erics Billingsgate. "Phosphorus that It contains Ts required, so doctors slale, To refresh our jaded brains." Brewers bid us "Drink more stout !" And. lest we be underfed, Millers, with a lusty shout. liaise their slogan, “Eat more bread! Yet. though willing we may be, Can we answer every call? Purely such a policy Plains intlalioii for us all. - -Touchstone, in .Morning Post.