Select Poetry.

Hawke's Bay Times, Volume 15, Issue 781, 25 April 1870, Page 4

Select Poetry.

£i.M piifUBLISKEp yQEty, BY GERAJLD GRIJTjCN.) THe stream that hurries by yon fixed shore no more ; ■the wind that dried at morn yon dewy lawn Breathes, and is gone; withered flowers to summer's ripening glow No more shall blow; -Those falleu leaves that strew yon garden bed ]*'or aye are' dead. C/f laugh, of jest, of mirth, of pleasure past, Nothing shall last; Qn shore, on sea, oa hill, on vale, on plain, Nought shall remain j (Of all for which poor mortals vainly raqnrn, Nought shall return j Life hath his hour in heav'n and earth beneath, "And so hath Death. Not all the chains that clank in Eastern clime Can fetter Time; tor all the phials in the doctor's store louth comes no more; No drug on Age's wrinkled cheek renews Life's early hues; Not all the tears by pious mourners shed Can wake the dead. For all Spring gives, and Winter takes again "VVe grieve in vain; Yainly for sunshine fled, and joys gone by, We heave the sigh ; on, ever on, with unexhausted breath, Time hastes to death; E'en with eacli word we speak, a moment flies, js born, and^dies. If thus, through lesser Nature's empire wide Nothing abide,If wind, and wave, and leaf, and sun, and flow'r, Have each their hour, — He walks on ice whose dallying spirit clings To earthly things - } And he alone is wise whose well-taught love Is fix'd above. Truths firm as bright, but oft to mortal ear Chilling and drear, Harsh as the raven's croak the sounds that tell ,Of pleasure's knell j Pray, reader, that at least the minstrel's strain Not all be vain; And when thou bend'st to God the suppliant knee, Remember me!