CAKE AND POETRY.
What art thou, life? A fleeting day of change. A trembling dawn on a wide-reaching, restless sea, A fervid noon—Eve’s shadow dim and strange? (Oh. that reminds me. I must bake cake for tea). Thy morn is beautiful, oh Life. <1 ought To glance into the cookery book.to make quite sure. ‘Three eggs—a cup of cream,’ just as I thought.) With all its dreams, so high, so true, so pure. Grand is thy full, sweet noontide (’Sift the flour And stir it in.’ I’m glad the oven’s hot and nice.) When lofty purpose arms the soul with power. (‘Raisins and currants, one cup each, with spice.’ Night and the day’s fulfilment. Oh. how fair. How wondrous is this mystery. (’Then add about A teaspoonful of lemon flavouring’—there. Now while it bakes, I’ll write my poem out.)
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XX, Issue VIII, 19 February 1898, Page 231
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139CAKE AND POETRY. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XX, Issue VIII, 19 February 1898, Page 231
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