LADIES’ EXPRESS.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume III, Issue 231, 16 December 1874, Page 2

LADIES’ EXPRESS.

[The Editor tvill be glad to give insertion to any local contributions from his lady frienas that may be considered interesting in the family circle, or to the sex generally.]

o A WOMANS QUESTIONS.

Will you love me when the roses From my cheek are faded ? * When my feeble, tottering feet Cannot go unaided ?

Will you love me when the curls That you prize so now, Lie in bands of shining silver O’er my wrinkled brow ?

Wlii'ii the voice that now is music Shall be cracked and shrill; And the fresh, young beauty faded— Will you love me still ?

Will your heart be true and tender, When our hearts grow old ? Not only true in Summer weather, But in Winter’s cold ? SLEEP. Did we count our many mercies, As we count our little cares, We should see the wheat whils’t growing— Not alone observe the tares. We’d see a kindly Providence, Though a cloud its smiles may hide, Oft’ a cloud of our own making, Through our sinful, worldly pride. Day-time comes and ends with labor ; Or, perchance, we pleasure seek, Then we lay us down to slumber, Strongest men as infants weak. Do we ever thank the Giver, For His goodness in those hours? Ah I methinks we do hut seldom, For our blessings come in showers. Yet, there’s another kind of sleep, (That, will end life’s longest day) To some, a King of Terrors dread, To many, Hope’s brightest ray. Watch, then, wary, and be thankful; Know this life is but. a breath ; Then with joy, unmixed with sadness, Fall asleep, at last, in death. F.A. Gisborne, December 14, 1874.