YOUTH AND AGE.

New Zealand Tablet, 1 April 1920, Page 9

YOUTH AND AGE.

(For the N.Z. Tablet.) Yon have a garden, wondrous grown With blushing blooms, and birds, and bees. I dream beneath your whispering trees, Enrapt with elfin mysteries, And waving grasses— petal strewn— But why sit you forlorn and lone, With head bowed low upon your knees, And eyes bent on the red rose blown ? Grieve not for that brief glory flown, And fragrance shattered in the breeze, As life’s sweet transient memories Of joys conceived, but hardly known. — Come! Share this golden hour of ease With me, ’mid summer ecstasies; Do not regret the joy that flees, Nor brood upon the harvest mown—Why is your heart a font of stone In such a garden of your own ? —Harold Gallagher Christchurch. •