VERSES OLD AND NEW.

Dominion, Volume 2, Issue 604, 4 September 1909, Page 9

VERSES OLD AND NEW.

THE HILL 0' DREAMS. , My grief! for the days by an' 'done, ... .■ r.;./ 1 . When I was a young girl Straight an' tall, ■ Coann' alouo at sot o' sun • Up the high ihill-road' from:' Cushendall. .' ' thought, the uiilos uo/.hardshipthen, v .'.Nor' the long road weary to ray feet— . •* For the' thrushes sang in the cool deep glen '■ ■: i . An' the ovenm'. air was cool an' sweet. ; My. head with' many a thought was throng ;'; ' An: many a 1 dreani as I never told; . ■ ;>My hehrt would iift at a. wee bird's song. •• •Or at scein' .a':'whin-bush .'crowned with gold. ' ..An' always.-I'd' look, back*at. the,say. . Or. the.turn o' the road shut.out. the sight Of tlio. long waves ourlin' into tho bay, V-j--i-XAn'" breaking ' ; in*. foam' .where the sands is vivr;-V: : ;V.-V ' '.. .•' I was.married young.on l a dacent man",.. .. .. As many would call 4 prudent choice, But ho r.over could hear how the river ran ;.V' Siugih' a 6ong.in a changin'. voice. ■•. ' Nor thought to see : 6n the bay's blue wather . A-!ship ..with yellow sails unfurled, •.. -./Bearin' .away a. King's , young daughter. ." Over ..the brim of tho lieavin' world. :• ' Tho hills. sdems '.weary now to my feet, :: The mite bp's many, and dreams bo's fow, The evenin' air's not near so sweet, : * . . .The birds don't ''sing! as ,they. used to' do. 1 . . An' I'm that tired at' the/ top of the.hill That X- haven't the heart to turn at all, , To watch tho curlin'.breakers fill .7;,, The; wee round, bay at Cushendall.V . . —Helen lanyon, in the*."New-Ireland 1 . — Review," ' FROM DUST. , i All lovely things win. slowly into life, , . ' The dust, from".which: they came for ages Sid? Vr'.;',-.:.' > l ! Only at times 'there is a sudden glimpse.. . •Of folded shadowy wings. . . ■ . The scent, that' dies upon the air of noon , : • H/iunts the still garden when the sun has set, A As -'neatli ;the calm:' and. silence of the night; , •. . .Vanishes storm 'and fret. f . " For, at tremendous cost all life is : won, : ; To hold its own, serene.and fair and frail; Tho lily fades 'to dust, but out. of dust . ■ ; : i , > . -Is born the'nightingale: \. . /. ~ And .there are haunted gardens of the heart, Whose royal roses'owe their .fragrant, red . i VO'''fo gallarit faiths and-tender fruitless loves, 'v. . That' once were quick, now! dead. v : nothing.' has-livdd, y-; : " V ■ ■ The" dust; that wa's'ti Tieart inthin'asluoud,- ;; t jnay :bloy 'ijoross : a sleeping world * >'. Witli newer-life..endow'ed. '• '; '"' ■ <•!-, the "Westminster

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