BOOKS AND AUTHORS.

Dominion, Volume 5, Issue 1360, 10 February 1912, Page 9

BOOKS AND AUTHORS.

VERSES OLD AND NEW. SONG. The world is young to-day: Forget tho yotio are oui, Forget tnc ywir» in guiu Wneu all luo l.iuuiiii weie May, A little (lower of Love ' la ours, without it root, /Without tiio cud oi iruit, I'et—taku the scent thereof. Thero may bo hope above, There may be rest beneath; We sco them not, but Death la palpable—and Love. :—From "Poems of Digby Mackworth Dolber." THE FKEIGHTEB. There's desert stretchin' on before. And desert stietclun' on behind; It's camp hero ou tho desert lioor , And eat my beans and bacon rind; I've done jest thirty miles to-day— Four horses ploughin' through tlie dust; Iliere ain't no words left for to say— . No cuss words that I've left uncussed. The road aiu't any bullyvard— It's jest a whisper, or a hint; It's skid, with brokers a squcalm' hard, Down canon sides as hard as flint; The sands are deep as human sin, But I havo got to put her through In storms, or suns that peel the skin — Envy the freighter's job—hey, yon? !—Arthur Chapman in "Denver Republican." IN THE WOODS The North winds blow with a promise of snow And grey is tho Autumn sky, But merry and warm through tho woods wo go, Neddy and Babs and I. Babs is wrapped in her scarlet shawl And snug in her basket ciiair, And Daddies of course don't matter at all, 'And Neddy's all right in his hair. Noddy that walks with the stately stride Of a race that has carried kings, Taking tho /tabs'for a "booful ride" That sli3 wouldn't exchange for wings! .JVc. follow tho path through the copses brown Where tho shadows hide like thieves, [And the pound wo hear like a silkeu gown Is Neddy's hoofs'in tho leave*. The bracken is bronze and white and gold, Tho mosses are wet and green, Tho drops that tho bending fern-fronds hold Are the pearliest ever seen. fluttering down comes a red, red leaf; Perhaps from the big boech-trce A fairy is dropping her handkerchief To Neddy and Babe and me! And now we stop whilo the dead leaves stir And a step so light goes by (That it might bo a pheasant under the fir Or a raindrop out of the sky! And now we stand whilo a red-brown head Plays hide-and-seek with three— A squirrel trying to trick old Ned And baffle my Babs and me! But the snn is gone, and the shadows creep, And tho gold lights flicker and flee; And Daddies must work and Neddies sleep And Babses tako their tea. Bo we wave one hand to the darkening firs, And one to tho sunset sky, And home we go—my hand in hers— ■Neddy, and Babs, and I. —Will H. Ogilvie, in tho "Westminster Gazette.".-, . .