"The Trust."

New Zealand Illustrated Magazine, Volume I, Issue 7, 1 April 1900, Page 496

"The Trust."

Little Janet sitting Where the boughs entwine, To form an arbor o'er her, Looking quite divine ; Casting anxious glances Athwart the setting sun, Anxiously expecting Her own beloved one. . Honest Hubert riding Up the forest glade, All intent on meeting His bright little maid ; Spying her embowered Wlidst the arched trees, Wafts a sigh of pleasure On the evening breeze. Two beating hearts entwined Tn a fond embrace, On his manly bosom She leans with artless grace. Earth to them elysian, Life a flood of joy ; Alas ! that to such happiness Thei'e should be a cloy.

Donald chafiug at his rein, Looks at them askance, With a world of meaning In his sagacious glance ; Old Hector dozing lazily With half closed eyes, Wags his tail approvingly, And looks serenly wise. Dream on, bright hearts, 'Tis right that youth, In its sweet fullness Of joy and truth, Should sip the sweets Of life's bright morn, Nor dream of care As yet unboi'n. Dream on, why anticipate Cares born of years ? Youth, the season is Of hopes, not fears ; Why break the spell Of illusions all too brief ? Or hasten the approach Of inevitable grief. T, J. Tunks.