VERSES OLD AND NEW.

Dominion, Volume 2, Issue 336, 24 October 1908, Page 12

VERSES OLD AND NEW.

Suit** add b'HiSfeA *aS the ItigbSt day W%®l Stetei- St&nWfe4S ttainfc dbwii to fee*, The little boy With tie tuberculous knee. And as she thought to find him, so h6 I&J j Still ituriug, throilgh ttrt dizzy waYels Of ... htafc, • At the tall tenement across the street. But.did he seft that dreary picture? Nay, Ih his ininirk Hj« a sunlit h'atbour Shtt'S-ed . Where a tall pirate Ship it inoh'ot rirafe-., Yet, he was full ten thousand milbs aw&'y.— (The Sisler, %hen Stok turned his pillow over, Kissed "Tre&SUW IsMd" 6t its weJUwbrh , cover.) , t-Stodh N'. Gitghomv in ths {September "Atlantic." ROSEMARY Bitter as t'e'ars aiid sweet as lore thou aft, Th'Ou feilVfef hferb, Gtaljalmirig all the Spate AroUhd thfee JikS swfefet fnemotites in thfc heart/ > x As the clear thought of one beloved face ,Bre&thes through my life, so thy nitt'st fragrant bj-eath Sptbads pfcthlSiA {ill iboiit &5> gardfeii -Wast*. 0 s*teel as lbvej 0 bittersweet as 'death,Hot? dagger-Sh'arf> thy soft leaf, is tb tastel De&r memory of a face I shall not see,' , Dear voice that I shall tieVer hear agfain) ; 0 bitter parting, 0 belofttd paih! 0 tosemary, 0 grey-green roseiiia'ry! AgSes Blundell, in the "Westminster Cmzette." \- . ' ' ' fIEEEAIFTEIj. **Nt>t streets -of gold for weary, earthwork feet, ' But grassy 'ways,- made fair with flow'r and' fern, . - . 1 • ! . ■ And lteiy boughs, to -Hiak'e a cool retreat, ' ' Whett tjte'd' steJS May turn ; And Sunlshiiro, fend, the'sighs of Many ft freeze, And glimpses of tar -hills between the trees. Dtto God, no crystal sea,' but cooi, jffeon "waves, That crabs a lStfe SoKg.Vo a fcrSnfer lah'd, A VmUtttt sea, ithose Shining ripple laVes • '•A. Stfetch if 'stlVer 'sati'djv Aid 'mid the tt'eiSolr-gVasses let there be , Tangles of tiny etttotns that tefek thk fees. -«• \ * ■ * » TAtti] in % ttof-ld bf dear faMiliar.'wajfi ' With those Wfe l'0v« to Irtat and help the ' >-. strain, . Oft thankful hearts tfotild sing Thee songs 'of jpraise ' . . ' Freed from their Sorrow's staid. 8o hear our prayr, dear, God>and let there be GreeJl paths fot gold, .cobl' tfaVfes fbt crystal ■Sea." , —Winifred Sutcliffo in "Songs from a Twilight Nook."