Select Poetry.

Hawke's Bay Weekly Times, Volume 2, Issue 85, 17 August 1868, Page 197

Select Poetry.

’ .PAT AND THE PABrSDN. the chiiroh, peeping a^iPMWher^taa^gTofsianers'andsln,; ' : "A and' forlorn, .-.Si Vijacketis.torni,, : Afid withefel' his < x.-.t . ..... in a h,ox, 1 " ' -Htedoußles his'flst.rand’theeushibn.' he knocks, ;S!4'eirlfiSibu3 ; tokriowwhat-is ihitV>. ;> ■ '• ' HescoWs-at the; people-who ;sit in. the pews: ~.-Pat,tßkes,them for; kings and princesses: .•, '(Witn.'hls little hare feet^—he' delights in their • r.'. i.r'i'.-i e.-f.;. r-i, . ; . yr ln hisT^gs—-he feels proud of their dresses). ' ' The^ exhorts tbem to,think of their, need, { The'iiakedito'Cldtbe.ahdthe irangryto feed,—r, -vPatvlistenS with strong approbation. , ;And when .theold clergyman walks down the “aisle,' V\; ; -’“.v • ninsto ifteet hiii right gladly; ! •“• [i ! ' 4 * Shure,' give.metny dinner,’'says he,with a.smile, ■* And ,a j acket —I want them quite, badly.’ • * Theiings and princesses ;ihdigriantly ; stare, ''.The„beadle gets.word { of,the ! And,'shaking hi s silver-tipped stick in the air, ■■ -'Looks knives’at the poor.little stranger.■'• >But Eat’s not afraid : he -is sporting with Joy,* ■■ . r ; ; And cries—who so willing to cry it ?, ... * You’U giv e me my dinherj.Tm &uch a poor boy; 'Yousaid so—how<io»7 youdeny it.’ ' l\‘ I* The pomppus old beadlejnay grumble and glare, , - And growl about robbers and.arson: '.' \But! the boy,"Who’has faith, in the sermon/stands there, . - And smiles at,the white-headed parson. VThe kinjrs and princesses may wonder and frown, cAhd whisper,' “ He wants better teaching -But the- white-headed parson looks tenderly ■..J* ; ' . Oh the boy who.has faith in his preaching. > 14 He takes him hway without question or name, :f iAB eager-as Pat is.to press on;. . For he, thinks a good dinner (and Pat thinks the' same)" ' / ‘ Is tbe'morar that lies in the essbn. And 1 after dong years, when Pat,- handsomely . . dress’d— A smart footman—is asked to determine • Of-all earthly- things what’s the' thing' he likes : best,

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