POETRY.

White Ribbon, Volume 9, Issue 97, 1 June 1903, Page 10

POETRY.

- —• m ■ , 10, From *' Life and the Morning ’

you, it ia to-day aa at the first. Whon Ad&mfir»t waa 'warohia now-mado eyoa And <>|M*tu>d th**m, b*>hold the light! And

hreath Of <;«>d waa minting yet about hia mouth, Whereof they had made his soul Then he

look«Ht forth And wan a part of light ; aln<> he saw Beautiful life, and it could move. Hut l-ve, Kve wain the child of midnight and of deep. Lo, in the dark Ood led her to hia aide;

It may be in the dark she heard him breathe before Ood woke him. And ahe knew not

light. Nor life, but aa a voice that left hia lipa, A warmth that claspe 1 her; but the star*

were out, And ahe with wide child-eye* gazed up at

them. Haply ahe thought that it was always night; Haply he, whispering to her in that reach Of >H>auteoun darkness, gave her unworn heart A rumour of the dawn, and wakened it To a t reoil,ling and a wonder and a want Kin tc his own ; and aa he longed to gaze On his new fate the gracious mystery Hia wife, she may have longed, and felt not why, After the light that never she had known.

So doth each age walk in the light beheld, Nor think on light, if it be light or no; Then comes the night to it, and in the night

Eve, The God given, the moat beautiful Eve. And she i* not seen for darkness’s sake ; Yet, when ahe makes her gracioui presence felt, T he age jierceivrs how «Urk it is, and fain, Fain would have daylight, fain would aee her

well, A lieauty half revealed, a helpmeet sent To d/aw the aoul away from valley clods ; Made from itself, yet now a better self. 'd'ore we not born to light 'f Ky, and we saw the men and women as saints Walk in a garden All our thoughts wen*

fair Our nimple hearts, as d tvecote* full of doves, Made home and uost for them. They Huttered forth, And Hocks of them H< w white about the world. —Jean Inokl<>vv.