VERSES NEW AND OLD.

Dominion, Volume 1, Issue 86, 4 January 1908, Page 13

VERSES NEW AND OLD.

IIEDIYIVUS. ' Lift ms. O stars, for. np into the heights, v- That I may breathe with theo immortal air; Burn, from the soul's poor., record . days and .'.■"• nights " ■ ; 1 ■ I '' Of. listless work, and fretful dreams of caro, : : 'And' shine into my spirit's cool, shear deeps Wherein 1 fhinejov.'n ethereal essence sleeps.

Sleeps'as the sap within the oaken boll, . That, waking on.the winter's dull dcclino. Yearns if thou but call my soul • Its latent firo will'leap to merge with thine, And rediscover in tho picrcing flame. .What henveu hath wrought • and earth hath • put'to shame.'.'- . ■' —Louise Morgan Sill, in "Harper's Magazine."

A HYMN 'FOR THE. CHURCH MILITANT. Groat- God, that/bowest sky and star, ■ Bowi down -our ..towering thoughts to Theo; And grant, us in a faltering war . ~ ' The firm feot of humility. Lord, we that snatch the swords of flame, Lord, we that cry about, Thy car, We too are wealc witli' pride and shame, ' We too aro as Thy foemen are. - Cleanse'us from ire of creed or, class, "Tho anger of tho idle kingsSow m our soufe, like living grass; The laughter of all lowly things. ' —G. K. Chesterton in the "Commonwealth." ". ... ' ■ SONNET. •_ ' - To a Skylark singing above . Barnhill Poor- . house, Glasgow.; . •■••'■ ■ : (By an Inmate.) ... What blast of Fate, molodious mocker! say, Has blown thfce here: in airy spendthrift glee, . : Wasting thy wealth of liquid ecstasy On hearts too cold to kindle at tho lay? Thon sing'st of Hope above Hope's grave. . . . . Away!'. \ ". . Flee this dark "Hall of Eblis," through ; whose aisles . I Frail phantoms.tottor, or, with senile Smiles, Bake the spent aslies otjdead yesterday ! Flung from Life's boil&g tumult—bruised and ■ . sore; '■' ■ ■'■■■; <■ . Sick .with the shanie of what I have become, My. wistful gazo follows thy flight afar—■ As-some late reveller when the rout'is o'er ■• Pauses in !liis uncertain steps for home. With, blear'd eyes blinking at the morning v: star. ■ / ... Q. in the "Glasgow Herald." \ THE SENSES', KIDDLE. ' Which-is the happiest hour of life? The-hearing hour, when far withdrawn Night, faints in silence from the strife •Before the.trumpets of the Dawn? . •Or Isj the hour, of .vision, best : „ . When through the. midnight deep and far , The Godhead is made manifest. . . .' In 'the trarislucbnco "of a •star? - Or is that callcd the happiest hour _ 'When earth is sweet, with Eden spice, -And through,the perfume of a flower . ..We live, again in Paradise? «-Wm. Bowrmg in the "Westminster Gazette."