MY ORGANETTE.

Southern Cross, Volume 1, Issue 34, 18 November 1893, Page 5

MY ORGANETTE.

This world is full of grief and strife Enough to make one tired of life. I have a friend I can’t forget Full well I know my Organctte. ‘This world is full of woes and moans— One thing can never utter groans, Or give me any- cause to fret It is my lovely Organctte. Tin quite content from morn till night Its gracious music keeps me right; “When from the toils of day I’m set, What pleasure from my Organctte. "When others scrape out music hard, I have sweet music by the yard ; 'The handle turned, what do I get: Oh gracious sounds from Organctte! When I to bed don’t think of dreams My mind is hushed, and well it seems — Ifc gushes forth as from a jet: The music from my Organctte. My feelings in this lone retreat Defy the gods—they cannot beat 'The warmth that my whole frame besets, Sweet influence from my Organctte. Thu sure old Nick would lose his seat . To hear mere than ten thousand feet ol *” fji s imps would turn to good, I bet [music. If chance they’d hear my Organctte. Isfo more of troublous times for me— I sink such things into the sea. Why, then, should I not make a pet, My only friend, my Organctte. TJfow, farewell, Sorrow, leave no trace Of thy foul power upon my face. X feci myself out of your debt I cling to thee, my Organctte. Invercargill. d~. 11. McD.