The Old Schoolhouse.

Horowhenua Chronicle, 13 November 1915, Page 3

The Old Schoolhouse.

« A BLE.\ Hiil-U jiHMOitl. (.W ntten lor The Ohrouiclo.) Beiore somv; seemnig wizartl spell 'lime's letters iell away : Through bygone scenes, remembered well Again my pathway lay j Beside Umaka's sinuous stream i roved again in wakmg dream And caught the glatinour ol the gleara That vanished pleasures spread: Tho gargoylcd school no use rose to view, Jiy coinrudies all, a merry crow, Whose joy ol 1110 spontaneous grew With ev'ry hour that hod. The master's woll-reinenibcred form Methinks again i see; Long dead, he lives; his name ltopi warm in kindly memory : A.nil men made dour by trials sore Sport gleefully, gruwn boys onco more. While in the playground's fitful ioai My ears find music sweet; l I hear the jangle ol tho bell f And mark the rising river's swell; I Old friends who by the waysidie 10)! f Are there my steps to greet. } i EI111! Ehu! the years speed 011 "With trials in their train; In vain we sigh for joys bygone, And boyish hearts again. The tale is old on side: Divergent ways the band divide, And some have prospered; some havt died; Some, weary, still seek fame. These win through foice of heartless deed; Those tail through lack oi worldly speed; But most because the blanks exceed The prizes in life's game. G. P. BROWN. j