POETRY. A MEMORY.

Te Aroha News, Volume VI, Issue 310, 24 October 1888, Page 6

POETRY. A MEMORY.

So fondly loved, so early lost : What can my spirit sa.\ ot thec. Save that though years between us lie Thy soul seems over linked to me. I know not where thy wings are furled, If angel pinions beat this air, But this I know, that all my world Ts hallowed by thy presence rare. The common things that once were thine Are rendered sacred by thy use ; I keep them still, a treasure-house Of tender thoughts F would not lose. They still remind me of a face That here I thought was hcav'nly fair; Now it has vanished from it place And doth indeed heaven's brightness wear. The sorrow that I cannot tell, The loneliness of lifo below, Longings I cannot always quoll For one both loved and loving so ; Theso are not wholly sad and drear, Foi sometimes, when the ove is still, I dream awhile that she is here To chase away all earthly ill. A mist crcop3 through the old dark room, And tears of yearning crowd my eye, As in the deep'ning twilight gloom I soem to see her floating nigh. ] ler tender smile ray sense enthrals, Her radiant pinions glimmer bright, And then a darkness o'er mo falls, And takes her from my aching sight. The days are slow to pass away, And yet they vanish, one by one, As shadows of the opening day Fade at the dawning of the sun. Oh ! for the time when shadows fly, And once again, as in the past, We stand together, she ami I, For evermore, at last, at last ! IND.A.

At a recont athletic meeting in England, the well-known and now retired ex-sprinter, 0. G. Wood, ran hi the level 300 yards, which he won all the way from the start in fine style. As the old champion only joined in " just to %iako one, 3 ' he gave up the prize to the second man, who handed his on to the third,