Poetry.

Southern Cross, Volume 1, Issue 27, 30 September 1893, Page 5

Poetry.

NOT UNDERSTOOD. Not understood. We move along asunder; Our paths grow wider as the seasons creep Along the years, we marvel and we wonder Why life is life; and then we fall asleep, N ot understood. Not understood. We gather false impressions, And hug them closer as the years go by, Till virtues often seem to us transgressions; And thus men rise and fall, and live and die, Not understood. Not understood. Poor souls with stunted visions Oft measure giants with their narrow gauge ; The poisoned shafts of falsehood and derision Are oft imped’d ’gainst those who mould the age, Not understood. Not understood. The secret springs of action Which lie beneath the surface and the show Are disregarded ; with seif-satisfaction We judge our neighbours, and they often go Not understood. Not understood. How trifles often change us! The thoughtless sentence and the fancied slight Destroy long years of friendship, and estrange us, And on our souls there falls a freezing blight. Not understood. Not understood. How many breasts are aching For lack of sympathy ? Ah! day by day How many cueerlcss, lonely hearts are breaking? How many noble spirits pass away ' Not understood ? O, God! that men would see a little clearer, Or judge less harshly where they cannot see, O, God ! that men would draw a little nearer To one another. They’d be nearer ihee, And understood. T. JiBACKEN.