Verse Old and New.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XLVIII, Issue 13, 25 September 1912, Page 71

Verse Old and New.

To Children at the Hearth. IT is you. my dears, and the gladness You bring to the tasks to do. Who can lessen this old world's sadness By as much as the joy of you. U is you, my dears, and your glory Of sunshine and word and song Who can make life a sweeter story Wherever you smile along. It is you, my dears, with your beauty And freshness of mind and heart, Who must oiler your share of duty And play yet a nobler part. Fur the world, it has need of beauty And youth that is tine and new, Ami the call you may hear to duty Is for you, my dears —just you. It is you, my dears, that the sages Have written their counsels to. It is you. my dears, that the ages Leave legacies to —just you. Ami remember that every letter That Wisdom has graven through The years, so the world be better, Is for you,- my dears, just you. It is you who must be the bravest To fight, if the cause be true; It is you who must be the gravest In word and deed- just you. It is you who must be the strongest To stand till the battle's through, Ami you who must smile the longest And never despair—just you. It is you, my dears, and your glory •If gladness and youth and smile, Who shall help to say if the story of life and the world's worth while. For the years of all l ime have shaped us, And the lore of the Ages, too, Ami to say if the Truth’s escaped us Is for y ou, my dears, just you I —J. W. Foley.

The Scientists. Professor Amaria Tibbs was all unknown to fame Until one day Tie set about to make himself a name. He got out his old telescope ami aimed it at the stars, - And much to his surprise he found a brand-new wart on Mars. No one 'had seen the thing before, it was a famous find. The whole world paid its tribute to his si.-ieiitilia mind. Professor Tibbs’ discovery created such a stir, A lecture bureau signed him at. one hundred dollars per. Professor James Terwdlinger long occupied a chair; The one-horse college salary gave him no cash to spare. The future seemed quite hopeless to the scientist until One day 'he found some microbes on an old one-dollar bill. Of course the papers got the news ami spread it far and wide, And much learned comment editorial beside. He trained a troupe of these microbes and put them on the stage. And now in iiigh-prived vaudeville' be is the current rage. Professor Alexander llintts knew 'not the spotlight’s glare, It sometimes struck the faculty, but not his humble chair. One day he wrote a treatise on “What Modern Dramas Mean,” A circus was the only show that he had evsr seen. The "Modern Drama” stull' went groat and lie was in demand. He spoke before the women's clubs through the entire land. He's quoted as authority and worshipped from afar, And when ho travels now it's in a handsome private ear. —Technological Journal.

A Fane; The Queen of Bessarabia Was thinking of a thing Whereupon both queens and other folk Are often pondering. She looked from out her chamber, And thought she did not know From where she had been wafted, And 'whether she would go. What was. the use of living, Of work -or love or strife? When nobody could answer The question, "What is Life?” Those Bessarabian poplars Were bending to the breeze, And with a melancholy brow She glanced upon the trees. One moment I hey were moving, The next were standing still, she wondered why their sergeant Invented such a drill. —Henry Bacrleir © © © Kinship. I am aw ale, As 1 go commonly sweeping the stair, Doing my part of the every-day care — Human and simple’ niy lot ami my share—--1 am aware of a marvellous thing: Voices that murmur and ethers that In the far stellar spaces where cheru•bim sing. I am aware of the passion that pours Down the channels of lire through Infinity’s doors; Forces terrilie, with melody shod, Music that mates with the pulses of God. I am aware of the glory that runs From the core of myself to the core of the suns. ' Bound to the stars by invisible chains, Blaze of eternity now in my veins, Seeing the rush of ethereal rains Here in the midst of the every day air—• I am aware,

1 am aware, As I sit quietly here in my chair. Sewing or reading or braiding my hair—• Human and . simple my lot and my ■share - 1 am aware of the systems that swing Through the aisles of creation on heavenly wing—--1 am aware of a marvellous thing. Trail of the comets in furious flight. Thunders of beauty that shatter the night, Terrible triumph of pageants that march To the trumpets of time through arch. I am aware of the splendour that ties All the things of the earth with the things «ti the skies. Here in my body the heavenly heat. Here in my llesh the melodious beat Of the planets tliat. circle Divinity feet. As 1 sit silently here in my chair, I am aware, —Angela Morgan. © © © At Nightfall. Swedt is the highroad when the skylarks en.ll, When wo and , Live go rambling through the land. ‘But shall we still walk gaily hand in hand At the road's turning and the twilight’s fall? Then darkness slia.ll divide us like a wall, And uncouth evil nightbirds Hap their •w i ngs; The solitude of all created things Will creep upon its shuddering likeapall. This is the knowledge I have "Tung from pain We, yea, all lovers, are not one, but twa in, Each by strange wisps to strange abysses drawn. But through the black intensity of night l.ove’w little lantern, like a glow-worm’s brigb I, May lead our stops to sonic stupendous dawn. — George Sylvester Viereek,