VERSES NEW AND OLD.

Dominion, Volume 1, Issue 170, 11 April 1908, Page 12

VERSES NEW AND OLD.

s THE 'DEAD MOTHER. < Oh, do yon nover hoar me when all tho work ). is still, . ■ . , : When the mist creeps down the valley from ( . v tfco purple of tlio hill, '. . ■ ;ybii".thihlc - ;-tis;-but- the rose-branch that 'i .comes.tapping,. tapping: low . . >At >tl»e door where' moonlight lingers tracing . patterns white as snow? . ; v ; Do you never hear a footstep pressing o'er the i:',stairway head, ; W:i : . x , By the door amid tho' shadows to ' the. chil•lrwi's; Ir.indu' bed, ■ ■ ■■.' Do von hear them sometimes laughing, in :.'" • 'their.sleep,;as you would .say, /j Ah! 'tis. when they see mo coming; and tho parting rolls away. ■ - v ' - ' Ton' may • slumber through-, the . still, night, iv: : r moonlight's round ine no I stand > Whero my sleeping • baby's smiling as I hold :. ' ' her little hand, • ! .. Only as the dawn comes, softly with the patt'ring sound of rain, - .:V, • . Then my .heart breaks .as I leavo them, ev'ry i-,-:;- '..-sight. I - die - again. 1 •■ ■ ■ —"Pall Mall Gazette." THE WIND. w. • •• WiW wind, -'tis thine to kiss thy Master's Hand— Thy - breath is; fragrant with, mngnblia. bloom, . Garnered 'mid some primaeval'forest's gloom; i 1 The Great Lawgiver - gives ; thee His cornfV: mand, .- ... ■ : Thou knowest, what' wo ■ dimly, understand, Tho Tenderness of law,', which leaves. no room Unlighted .by tho splendour of His Tomb,.. ■ . Who guides thy pinions over sea arid land— . So,-H.m . great Spirit thrills, the hearts of men hi- '• $, At with a thunder-psalm, and women know, • :(:'';K;'..>/'ln;.the-^Il-.!'Sabbath:of-,Boine;Tidowed.Bleii l '/.;' ■ Tho> Comforter,.'who heals Life's secret woo,'. */... . .Whilev. childhood..,.- hears .from ..thy'.soft, lips -'again' ' '< ' • The Voice of Him who blest them long ago. S'.v. •, "Pall Mall Gazette." BEAUTY TO THE BLTND .What, ! mother? , 0 that little girl we met At nudday J- wan thinking of. Ton know 'k:, ' e ' mo put ihy i lianas';upon her:' head; * What a wonderful loveliness that is of hair— -Soft, smooth,.delicious as tho smell.of gone ' . • In sunlight, and . for. slipping through your ■ fingers :. .. . ■v. 1 -Better than water. Hair—yes, it would ■ be •A nature, I suppose, between sunshmo ; . ./i. And water, and- yet-neither.—'i'hero must -be 1 iii Words ,equal • to .-thd, loveliness, of: hair;} : ... ; \i. ; ,:. If I.could find them! Golden,-do they-say? " :.: -. . X wish tho words for beauty had bean made ; By men who knew with'hands and-not with' \ 6jes. ) —Lascelles Abcrcrombie, in".."lnterludes and Poems "