Select Poetry.

Hawke's Bay Weekly Times, Volume 1, Issue 39, 23 September 1867, Page 233

Select Poetry.

Si-nhU:.q k’ve/alhpmejin th'ehilshj andtfhmigh humbieithe, . rlt is, prized more, than any old,cas£lp f so ,gfand; There is' something ab'out'iti so J c harming' to J jiSS; /i - , That {liloye ijt, beyond,.either- bouses .or- . It is there that my fieart in its fondness will'cling, It is thete<-that-hny spirit-|wiH brood-liheithe •■ . do ( ve,, . . Thbtigh. ( t'he wealthy may think its a’mean'lodfiing ,i■fc! .---thing, . -;.f f. , ~fTis,,the home of Content'and the dwelling-of - -Loye/' * -;*• '' • ,/'// <!>" ‘‘;[ : Ne’er, a -monarch .enthroned in Jus .splendor , and : • pridC J ' .;' *’ " u .’ ‘‘ r ' l By his minions surrounded so happy- Can be; Be'may:sigh to possess alt the world, tho.ugh; its f ,wide, : ... ' But royhome is far more than' the world ‘is to * rf< *’ l i: ’mol -•-• ,c ‘‘ •Up; Ambition’s long ladder,, if he choose, he may L'j-'»,V.v".dUjid>,, r ..' ....... let him leave us behiiid, and loot down on His "■ \l aMV , ’"' : l:,; ■Blit; methinks it:-is madness/to-waste: thusihis ; j c jtime,; ; -d i : - , ! Bor the, day it may- come to’ the, bottom he’ll , • - faii. : 7•'; • ’j' In the palace hpw; seldom, is happiness found,' t . " In its courts love appears a'disconsolate "guest; Bor; 1 -with Teaoe.'theyprefer to live itbe ;-.i ft..ground., -.To.the cpttage, the cling,for they like:it the '"'be'st.,^ ■“ ■ . * 1,1 ' j In-my Korns in l the bush all these blessings l’vd , ;• got,., (; ! ;.- ~ ; -, j 1 • -, , , For the-riches of Croesus I’d never resign; There’s, a sweet little wife, too,' in charge of my ’ 'cot,-'"/ -"'J' ‘ ■ •; ' - And how happy I feel, when. I thmk she is mine/ •‘What- is wealth if the heart is a sorrowfiil’ tiling ? , i i What are titles and fame to a soul ill at.ease ?;. *• There’s a thorn in.the crown that is. worn toy ,the t :, '.king,;' 7., . ‘ ’ And/your gold it will vanish if dame fortune it *•>>! • please.' I’ve> a notlpu that, since I’m content with my •;;. ~ 10t,,, . ' \ J ° Though I toil like a : slave - e’en from morning till : night: •< '<•- - . ; ; -I’ni . the happiest of men, in my'jveatherboard cot, . Though my path it is rough, and “my purse it is '. ! light.' ‘‘

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