THE POET’S CORNER.

Rangitikei Advocate and Manawatu Argus, Volume XXXIII, Issue 9066, 5 February 1908, Page 6

THE POET’S CORNER.

AT THE TOS'OF THE ROAD. “But, lord,” she said, “my shoulders still are strong— . I have been used to bear the load so long; “And see, 'the fhill [is [passed, and smooth the road. Yet,” said the Stranger, “yield me now thy load.” Gently he toot it from her, and she stood Straight-limbed and lithe, in newfound maidenhood.

Amid long, sunlit fields; around them sprang A tender breeze, and birds and rivers sang. “My lord,” she said, “the land is very fair! ” Smiling, he answered : ‘ ‘ Was it not so there?” • ‘ There ? ” In her voice a wondering question lay: “ Was I not always here, then, as today?” He turned to her with strange, deep eyes aflame * “Knowest thou not this kingdom, nor my name?” ‘ Hay,” she replied; “but this I understand— That thou art Lord of Life in this dear land” “Yea, child,” he murmured, scarce above his breath : “Lord of the Land, but men have named me Death.” CHARLES BUXTON GOING, In “McClure’s Magazine.”