THE POET’S CORNER.

Rangitikei Advocate and Manawatu Argus, Volume XXXIII, Issue 9150, 20 May 1908, Page 6

THE POET’S CORNER.

LOST GRIEF. Last week we went back to those olden ways, Familiar to our early wedded days; The lanes are sweet with blosdbms, and the wren Builds by the doorway, as She builded then. But when we walked adown the garden path. Tangled with vines, and last year’s aftermath. We could not find the little unnamed mound We.used to plant with pink carnations round. Backward and forth we went with searching look, No trace remains of that once sacred nook. And yet, ’tis well!—On this new path wo know That olden grief has cast no shade of woe. Bright girls, with laughing eyes and hands that sweep The ivory keys, and home with music steep; And boys with darkening hair, and sturdy ways, Have crowded out the pain of those old days. And from our lives that little grave has passed: A ripple on Time’s sea that could not last. But, as we hide neglected toys from sight, To gladden childish eyes when brought to light, So, it may be, when Heaven’s gates are swung. We shall there find, the angel bands among. Waiting for us, a living, smiling face, In lieu of mute, unbreatbing, marble grave. —Cora A. Matson Dolson, in Putnam's Magazine.