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Hawke's Bay Times, Volume XIII, Issue 554, 24 February 1868, Page 4

Select Poetry.

"ME, TOO!" (f f H7(\ ELL seek for Towel’s in the woods,” (. heard a uiouitv say; " For in the shady solitudes ily children love to pkiy. Come, Willie, cal! the other boys, EreifoUs«bo eyening dow ; ’’ And then-another Utile voice. Soft -pleading, said—" Me, too O, childish heart that could not hear Iler name should be forgot! 0, childish love that longed to share With ail the common lot! Such tone should ne’er be. beard in vain. So tremulous and true; A link iu that sweet household chain, She claimed her right—“Me, too'.’’ Fur not alone in childish years The heart gives out this cry; 'Tis heard amid the silent tears Of life’s deep agony. The lonely soul athirst for love. Will cry as infants do; And lift all other tones above. Its passionate “Me, too'.’’ Famed by one hand we hve and die; Heft ire one throne we kneel; Tin; longings of humanity f end up our deep appeal. Our nature’s tendrils intertwine, Fed hy ono common <l3w ; None seek in solitude to pine. Each heart-throb says—"Mo, too!" Gon tc-ichcs us in rank to stand Finn as brave spirits should ; Joined heart to heart, and hand to hand, In holy brotherhood. And casting off the ice of pride, Wear warm hearts mild and true, Nor from the weakest turn aside, Who feebly cries—" Me, too!’’ And, little child, who sweetly plead With love learnt, long ere speech, lift up thy golden baby head To hopes that you shall reach; For when H»s angels gather in His holy ones and true, In that fair garner thou shalt shall win A place—Ue needs thee, loo!