THE PINES

Gisborne Times, Volume VI, Issue 215, 17 September 1901, Page 4

THE PINES

{lnscribed to the President ot the lieiuiti

fyiug Assoeation.)

11 I. want to sec the trees : they are so beautiful.”—The late President McKinley ’» death-bed sentence, as reported in the Tijihs, September lf>, 1901. [ stood beneath the dark green pines That crow around the shrine where prayer Is made; the Sun in glory shines When early Spring is loitering there. These old and gnarled shady trees

Sing to iny heart a wild-wood psalm. Caught from the Sabbath morning breeze Which echoing tells of heavenly calm. The slender leaves call, as they may. To prayer, as Moslem from his tower; In voice so sweet, who could say Nay, And absent keep from holiest bower ?

llow dear, how ravishing the scene, When lovers' Moon cm bathes these bob s With gold, with jet, arid silvered sheen, As, all too short, Eve westering rolls.

And ere the holy hour is nigh Tis doubly dear to breathe awhile Beneath tli’ umbrageous canopy ; There feel, there own, the Godhead's smile,

Were 1 a heathen born and bred, Next to the gorgeous god of day, L'nto a tree I’d bow my head, Unto a tree I'd ever pray. I saw, with heart crushed clown with woe With grief as keen's I've ever known 1 One of my much-loved pines laid low: I turned and to my Heaven made luoau. Bushman Joe.