VERSES OLD AND NEW.

Dominion, Volume 5, Issue 1396, 23 March 1912, Page 9

VERSES OLD AND NEW.

■•- THE PIPER. . I will tako my pipes aad go' now, for the bees upon the sill Are singing of the summer that is ccm- _ lngfrom the staTS. I will take my pipes and go' now, for the little mountain rill Is pleading with the bagpipes in tender, crooning bars. I will go o'er hills and valleys, and through fields of ripening rye. 'And the linnet and the throstlo and tho bittern in the sedge Will hush their throats and listen as tho piper passes by, On the great long road of silver that on<!3 at the world's edge. I'will tnko my pipes and go. now, for the sandliower on tho dunes Is a-weary of the sobbing of the great white sea, And is asking for the piper, with his basketful of tunes. To play the merry lilting that 6ets all hearts free. I will take my pipes and go now, and God go with you all, And keep all sorrow from you, and tho dark heart's load. J' will take my pipes and go now, for I hear tho summer call. And you'll hear the pipes a-singing as I pass along tho road. —Donn Byrne, in "Harper's." , THE FLIGHT. I. 0 Wild Heart, track the land's perfume. Beach-roses and moor-heather! All (vagrancies of herb and bloom Fail, out at sea, together 0- follow where aloft find room Lark-song and. eagle-feather! All ecstasies of throat and plume Melt, high on yon blue weather. 0 leave on sky and ocean lost The flight creation dareth; Tako wings of love, that mount Mie most' Find fame, that furthest fareth! Thy flight, albeit amid her host Thee, too, night star-like bearobh, Flying, thy breast on heaven's coast, ■Tho infinite outweareth. 11. •"Dead o'er us roll celestial fires; .■Mute stand earth's ancient beaches. Old thoughts, old instincts, old desires. Tho passing hour outreaches; Tho soul creative never tires— •Evokes, adores, beseeches; And that heart.most tho god inspire '■Whom most its wildness teaches. "For I will course.''through falling years, And stars and cities burning; And I will march through dying cheers Past-empires unreturning; Ever tho world-flamo reappears Where mankinds power is earning, The nations' hopes, the people's tears, jOno with the wild heart yearning." !—George Edward Wcodborry, in "Scribner's." , ADJUSTMENT, A correspondent writes:—The accompanying: lines by J. G. Whittier, though written so long ago as 1885, seem to bo to applicable to tho present times of unrest in matters theological that it 'has been thought you may care to insert them in Tiie Dominion:— ;■. Therefore I trust, altho' to outward sense Both true and falso seem shaken: I will hold • With newer light my reverence for tho old- ■ * And calmly wait the births of Providence. No gain •is lost. The clear-eyed Saints ■, look down, Untroubled on the wreck of schemes and • creeds.,Lovb yet remains, its rosary, of good , deeds. ' ' -' Counting, in task, field or o'er-peopled (own. Truth has charmed life, the inward word survives, And day by day its revelation brings, Faith, Hope, and Charity. Whatsoever ■ things Cannot be shaken, stand—Still holy lives Eevenl the Christ of Whom the letter told, And the new Gospel verifies the old,

FOREST SONG. All around I heard the whispering larches Swinging to the low-lipped wind; God, they piped, is lifting in our arches, For Ua loveth leafcn kind. Terns I heard, unfolding from their slurnhcr, Say confiding to tho reed: God well knowcth us, Who loves to num- . ber Us and all our fairy seed. Voices hummed as of a, multitude Crowding from their lowly sod; 'Twas the stricken daisies where I stood, ' Crying to the daisies' God. —Shane Leslie. • TWO CLOAKS. .Tlioirkeep'st thy rose-leaf Till the rose-time will bo over, Think'st thou that Death will kiss thee? Think'st thou that the Dark House Will find thee such a lover As 1? Will the new roses miss thee? Prefer my cloak unto tho cloak of dust 'Neath which the. last year lies. .For thou shoti'i'dst more mistrust ' 'Cirue thau my eyes. —Ezra Pound, in "North American Review."