VERSES 'OLD AND NEW.

Dominion, Volume 6, Issue 1687, 1 March 1913, Page 11

VERSES 'OLD AND NEW.

- A CHRISTMAS CAROL. 1 Tho Christ-Child lay on Mary'a lap, His hair was like a light., (Oh, weary, weary was the world, But here is all aright.)

: The; Christ-Child lay on Mary's breast, I His hair was like a star, j (Oh, stern and cunning are the Kings,' j But the true hearts are.) The Christ-Child lay on Mary's heart, ( His hair was like a lire, j (Oh, -weary, weary is the world, ~ • But hore tho world's desire.)

The Christ-Child stood at Mary's knee, His hair, was like a crown. And all the. flowers looked up at Him, , And all the stars looked down. a ' —G. K. Chesterton.

\ \FLORYAN NACHDENKLICH. ;.T?loryan sits in the black chintz ohair, An Indian curtain\behind his head • Blue and brown and white and red Floryan sits quite 'still—;quito .still. There is a noiso like rising tide Of wind and rain in the b'iack outside. But tho firelight leaps on Florvan's wall And the Indian curtain suddenly seems To stir and shake with a. thousand dreams. 'The Indian flowers drink the fire As though. it were sun,'and the Indian . leaves ' Patter, and sway' to an echo, breeze. On the great brown boughs of tho Indian ■. tree Little birds, sing and preen their wings. They flash through the sun like jewel : rings. \ v ,And the great tree grows and moves and ;spreads Through the silent room, and the rising tide ' . . Of wind and rain on tho/ black out- < side , . ' 'Floryan suddenly stira .. And lifts his eyes, aqd weeps to The dreaming flowers of. tho.lndian-' Kre ( e. • ; —Katherina Mansfiald. ; —¥rt : ■'• j • LITTLE BAFHSTE. I :I know., whore you 'panio from, ,little . i , . Baptiste—. } ,'i "Twas!.out of. that big'irhit# etarl ~, ; That, winks and <rocksi-ih the; opal east, . Where,the littlo star-cradles are; And, -oh, the , times you have deftly , i' i swung' ; ■ ■ . , ! ' Tucked Sunder your silvery oorerS, Ovtr the world when the night was young, Over the haunts of lovers. I know what you're made of,, Httle Baptiste— '

You're made of the angels' dreams, fl,r.d' your eyes are part of tho sky—at least . • The/s spiked with its starry beams; and out .of a cloud your hair was spun, ■I S e yenr. South impassioned, And!.out of a thought of the coniin? sun ■,;Th'6 red of your, mouth was fashioned.

1 know how you cam® here, little Bap- * . tiste—

_.From the midst of-the great stax-flock, Jor I have . learned from' the kind old priest i _At the church of'the good Saint Roch. liiat: you- were 'a prayer your , mother prayed '. • . • (When' she was so lonely, maybe). And back from the portals of God you . strayed— Her dear little star-eyed baby I —Ella- Bentley Arthur.