THE SINGER

Horowhenua Chronicle, 2 June 1916, Page 3

THE SINGER

| (By Walt Mason). i 1 sing my song the whole day long, and keep my harp a-going, to try to cheer tho people near, while dodging bricks they're throwing. I sing of hope and .all such done, ot gay ind bright to-morrows, of canning care and black despairs anql putting «dis oa sorrows. Year after year this sort of cheer, I'm tirelessly providing, and my winged steed Keeps up Tris speed, though galled by too much riding. Throughout this land the folk will stand a lot of misfit singing, if but the bard, when whooping hardi, a gladsomo note is springing. Though crocked | his voice, if he'll rejoice,, and iaugli at woe and wailing, men will remark, "Long may his bark on smiling Beas be sailing!" let poets write of starless night, and ghouls and women weeping, of lovers dead' and vampires dread that batten ton the The dismal pote ot'ts finds his £oat) has Trom his keeping wandered; his odws won't bring enougn, by jing, to have his mightie laundered. For in this vale the rhythmic wail will never tempt sane buyers, wno'll blow their piles for cheerful smiles and lays by lilting liars.