Original Poetry.

Evening Star, Volume VII, Issue 1968, 26 August 1869, Page 3

Original Poetry.

THE SEASONS OF LIFE. SPRING. 1. Sweet springtime of life how bright it appears, Ne’er heeding the morrow and laughing at fears. Earth’s rosy face is all radiant with joy, Not knowing life’s gold is then mixed with alloy. Friendship and love so brightly they beam Illuming our pathway on life’s golden stream. Each spot of existence Avith beauty seems rife, For the heart is so light in the springtime of life. 2. Swett springtime of life, oh, why pass away, Like the rays of the sun at parting of day ? Awaking those joys that no more Ave shall know. For the dawning of summer oft ushers in woe. The friends of our springtime we see them no more, They go like a dream that no morn can restore: Oh, the heart often turns in its winter of strife To be cheered with sweet thoughts of the springtime of life. SUMMER. 1. A song to praise The happy days When life is in its prime; The seeds we sow Of weal or woo They bloom in the summer time. Like harvest men, We gather then Life’s corn with happy brow ; And sing with glee Right merrily, “God bless and speed life’s plough.” 2, Oh, may we e’er When life doth wear Her brightest, rosiest face, Ne’er close the heart, But joy impart To all of the human race. Richer is he That giveth free Than the miser with gold so rife ; His garner’d store Can ne’er restore The bright summer time of life. AUTUMN. 1. In the autumn of life e’er its winter draws near, And the bright summer loaves ave all fading away, How sweet is the solace of those that ate dear, To cheer the last rays of life’s closing day. The smile that we prize more brightly appears AVhen the sunshine of youth for ever hath set, Like bright diamonds glistening, Ave see the sad tears That affection oft sheds at each passing regi’et. 2. In the autumn of life may we ever be free From the sting of remorse as wo think of the past, But placidly sailing on life’s mystic sea, AVitli faith in that haven to bless us at last. The storms of this life wo will bravely pass o’er And calmly look back at the world’s din and strife ; Our deeds will be praised Avhen we are no more, And serenely will close the bright Autumn of life. WINTER. 1. In the winter of life, when time hath mowed down The friends that we cherished in youth’s happy spring. Oh, blame not if sometimes the broAV wears a frown, As it ponders on joys that have all taken wing. The kindest of words should then fall on the ear Of the aged who shielded our childhood from strife, E’en solace with smiles as life’s parting grows near, And illume with fond love the cold winter of life. 2. In the winter of life as its joys fade away, The heart lives again in the love of the young ; Then ever remember when thoughtless and gay, As you honor old age shall thy requiem be sung. Thy life will be joyless as it draws to its close, And with sorrow and tears thy days will be rife, If your actions e’er tend to add to the Avces Off those Ave should love in the winter of life. James Simmokds. Provincial Hotel, Dunedin.