Ladies’ Express.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume IX, Issue 925, 12 March 1881, Page 2

Ladies’ Express.

DROPPING A SEED. ■ ■ m The land was still; the skies were gray with weeping; ( . Into the soft brown earth the seed she cast. Oh,;soon, she'' cried, will come the time of * 'reaping, The golden time when clouds and tears are , .past! - -----— — —— There came a whisper through the autumn haze,.- <’ Yea, thou shaft find it after many days.”

Hour after hour she marks the fitful gleaming Of sunlight stealing through the cloudy lift; Hour after hour she lingers, idly dreaming, , To see the rain fall and the dead leaves drift, Oh, for some small green sign of life ! she prays, . VHave I not watched and waited many days ? At early morning, chilled and sad, she hearkens To stormy winds that through the poplars . L blow< Far over hill and plain the heaven darkens, Her field is cdvered with a shroud of snow. Ah, Lord ! she sighs, are these thy loving ways ? He answers : “ Spake I not of many days ?” The snowdrop blooms: the purple violet glistens On banks of moss that take the sparkling showers • Half cheered, half doubting yet, she stave and listens < ? To fipehes singing to/the shy young flowers; A little longer still his love' delays The promised blessing—after mahy’ddys. O happy world! she cries, the sun is shining ! Above the soil I see the springing green; I could not trust his word without repining, I could not wait in peace for things unseen : Forgive me, Lord, my soul is full of praise ;■ Aly doubting heart prolonged thy many days.