Poetry.

Lyttelton Times, Volume X, Issue 593, 14 July 1858, Page 2

Poetry.

HER WAYS.

BY CUAKXES 'MACKAY

"When there is something to be said,

In pleasure or in .paui, "To brighten joy, like sunlight shed Or dry affliction's rain— "When she'd console, rebuke, control, With " yes" or "no" as clear, . ""■She's such" a way of saying it, ■ 'Tis pleasantness to hear. ..Anl when there's something to be done, , At need or duty's call, -A courtesy, a charity, A kindness, great or small, Or daily grief, that needs relief— Whate'er the action be— ; She's such a way of doing it,

She wins all hearts to see. But saying,-doing, night or day, 'Tis difficult to tell The sweetest grace of mind or face, 'That marks her to excel... She seldom breathes the love I crave ; But, robed in light divine, _ She's such a way of looking it, As proves her to be mine.

MY SONG OF THE NORTH WIND. 3?rom ' Punch.'

.Hang thee, vile North-Easter: Other things^ may be 'Very bad to bear with — Nothing equals thee. -Grim and gray North-Easter, From each Essex bog, From the Plaistow marshes, Rolling London fog— -" Tired we are of .summer," Kingsley may declare ;— :I give the assertion .' Contradiction bare. I, in bed, this morning, Felt thee, as I lay : •" There's a vile North-Easter Out of doors to-day !" . Set the dust-clouds blowing Till each face they strike With the blacks is growing Chimney-sweeper like. Fill our rooms with smoke-gusts From the chimney-pipe, Fill our eyes With water That defies tlie wipe. Through the draughty passage Whistle loud and high, , Making-floor .and windows Rattle, flap- and fly ; Hark, that vile l^orth-Easter Roaring up the veut, Nipping soul and body, Breeding discontent! Squall, my noisy children ; Smoke, my parlour grate ; Scold, my shrewish partner ; I accept my fate. All is quite in tune with This Forth-Eastern blast; "Who can look for comfort Till this wind be past ? If all goes contrary, Who can feel surprise,' > 'With this rude North-Easter yjy In his teeth and eyes ? ■J^t'blgws much too often/ ■yy Nineslays out of ten, v^Tet^^d'.ist our climate, •-v^lik^lrue English men ! In-theiVrSoft South-Easters. Couldilbasket ease,; : - I'd let France and. Naplss Bully a'ithey please, _sut whilejhis North-Easter In one'l teeth is Hurled, .Liberty seems just worth I Notbmgin the world. ' rCo.'ne/as came our fathers, V-Heralded by thee, 'Blasting, blighting, burning Out of Normandie. Come, and flay and skin us, And dry up our blood— -AH to have a Kingsley Swear it does him good.