Glasses.

Kaipara and Waitemata Echo, 10 April 1914, Page 2

Glasses.

By WILLIAM F. KIRK.) Many lads and'many lasses Look at life through rosy glasses, But the Dream-Day swiftly passes And the night comes on apace, Then the rosy tint grows faded And the senses worn and jaded, Tell, like five grim ghosts paraded, That we've lost our days of grace. StilJ, when we have reached the Westland, . To a weary soul the .Bestl&nd, "-■ And are dreaming of the Blestland Far beyond a worldly shore, In review before us passes :?.' Some small groups of lads arid lassgs Wearying rosy tinted glasses— . r*\ Glasses that we knew before.