Ladies' Express.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume IX, Issue 983, 1 October 1881, Page 7 (Supplement)

Ladies' Express.

LONGING. Of all the myriad moods of mind That through the soul come thronging, Which one was e’er so dear, so kind, So beautiful as longing ? The thing we long for, that we are For one transcendent moment, Before the present poor and bare Can make its sneering comment. Still, through our paltry stir and strife, Glows down the wished ideal, And longing moulds in clay what life Carves in the marble real. To let the new life in, we know Desire must ope the portal; Perhaps the longing to be so Helps make the soul immortal. "T” Longing is God’s fresh heavenward will; With our poor earthward striving, We quench it that it may be still, Content with merely living. But would we learn that heart’s full scope Which we are hourly wronging, Our lives must climb from hope to hope And realise our longing. Ah ! let us hope that to our praise Good God not only reckons The moments when we tread His ways, But when the spirit beckons. That some slight good is also wrought Beyond self satisfaction, When we are simply good in thought, Howe’er we fail in action. —Jambs Russell Lowell.