BOOKS AND AUTHORS.

Dominion, Volume 3, Issue 669, 20 November 1909, Page 9

BOOKS AND AUTHORS.

- VERSES NEW AND OLD. ; DE LOHD DON'. CAIH. Dβ'fox has a hole, an' do bird has a nos'j De Lohd had no place his haid to res. Pish tfot do watah, owl got do tree/ Nigguh dess got TV hat de whito man cam t seo. Fly eat de honey, and eat de cake, Niggeh des eat what do white man won t tafco. But.Gord made de blackman, en Gord mado tte white, Yessah, Gord mado dem bofe, laik do day en ~ ,de night. So 'de Lohd don' caih if yo , skin nm daMt D("s as long as >our sonl's α-whitcnin • En Fso (nvine to heaven on de golden ank Dat sails on a streak or hghtnin'. Pilate tuk watah an' -wash o his han'; "De blood's on your haid of dis innocent man. Niggch's n smneh, no fault er his; White man done learn him all dtt ho is. White man got brams an' do white man got Wluto'6crougo do black m»n right offen de walk fiuti Gord made do white man, en de whito man slido back, En den Gord try again, en do bes' Iman was Hack. Peter was proud an' his Lohd he deny; Dβ rooster crow free times en Peter he cry. "White , man sav "Howdy en hardly say dat; NiftKoh bow p'htely an' take off his hat. White man got monevon whit? man got lan'; Niggeh des got what he grab m his han . ff But Gord made de white man, en Gord mado de black. , . ~ En Ac white man done rido on do poor niggeh's back. But do Lohd don' caih if yo' skin ata dahk, Des as long ns tout soul n α-whitenin';, En I'so pwine to heaven on de golden ahk Dat sails on a streak er bghtnin. \ i —Edmnnd Vanco Cooke. m "Puck. ,, /'/ ' — HEIGHTS. .TVith Staddon on .the starboard, And Edgecniube on tho bow, I'd like to como a-sailing Into .Plymouth Harbour now. Tho Breakwater behind mo , Acro<a th° shining .Sound, To land me near | At' West Hop Pier. And stdp on Plymouth,ground. "Way out fTom Jackmsui's stables, ' * Across the Laira Bridjte, Wα ridden out to Staddon, ' By Oreston to" the ridge; Tho township flnng behind us, A sheaf of silver roofs, , Below, the surf,— And on the turf Tho thrumming,of oor hoofs! ■ The uind'ccmei in unbroken , From half a world away. While up and down o' Staddon I know the golfers play. Oh. London town and dreary, How tamo are yonr delights!— Iti-rathor go n-ridmg— A ruling,' a-ridrog,— I'd love to go o-nding Away on Staddoc Heights! -Dolf Wyllarde, in the "Westminster Gazette." THREE EISPETTI. (Frdm the German, of Irene Forlies-Moore) Thou , nearest what my smiling lips are spying, | Doiwords unuttered reach thec in their flight? Through overy shout of joy a sob i≤ straying, Black stands the nick in the clear candle-light. To thee I whisper what none else mav know, That about me the deep shadows flow; To fcheo, but not to strangeTS, I may say That funeral bells toll on my wedding-day. 11. The shepherd lad, his new-cut reed-pipe blowing, . Leads on his gentle flockyto ne y w; Tho mountainside "witTr> dawn's* , first flush is glowing, And every blado of grass holds silvery dew, 0 shepherd lad, time was "when mv wrapt 60nl Went forth with thee toward the self-same goal; Dear shepherd, now I only hear thy lay With eyes cast doivn, and not a »ord to say. f'r ' ' '''111 • "' The fair maids 'neath their heavy load arc sinking, Through love's deep labyrinth long have they strolled; . , . , Whore streams of water flow they would be drinking; kv \ , s Bnt lo! their cups are sieves of yellow gold. "Lord, set us free from this bewildering maze Where countless mirrors mock with heartless gaze; , Lord, lead us home into the distant land, Back to our own, who know and understand " I -HI , .