THE POET'S CORNER

Taranaki Daily News, Volume L, Issue 59, 1 June 1907, Page 4

THE POET'S CORNER

ANOTHER'S GOOD. "What fihall I wish for thee? | Bright.days and hours; the glow Of friendship; and rich flow i Of tender thoughts to fill The heart—love's balm for ill— *'.'■' That would I wish for thee. "What dare I hope for thee? '■*; Not for a life uncoiled From all life's cares, yet foilod * Of all their' Wtternesa; ; Live moving calm through stress— That dare I hope for thee." . "What oaii I; pray lor thectLess that thy year* be long, " * As that thy path from wrong Be kept—thy heart a shrine •' { Of joy ond peace divine— That may I pray for thee." . ;

"A WOMAN." You say that you are but a woman—you u Who are so very wonderful to meYou tell me there is little you can do, Little indeed that all the world can see. There are no battles on tha open plain That you can fight, as I, a man, can fight; But who sliall say your life is lived in vain If all my darkened days you have kept light? Oh, little- woman-heart, be glad, be •■■■- glad ■■:■ '■.:.■>.. :.:i'. '. That you are what God made you! ! • Well-IteoW' - '"'■■-'■ '■■'"'- How you have'nerved me when tho day was sad, And made mo better—yea, and kept me so! Be very glad tliat you, in your while' place, Your little liome, with folded hands can be A silent influence to whose source I trace The little good there ever was in me.

To be a woman! Is there any more ■ That you have need to be from day to ■ dayt ...:... How wonderful to have your heart, your store

Of purity and goodness, and- to say, "One that I love Is nobler since I came; ■■..... One that loves me Is better for my sake." •

A woman! Oh there is no greater name . , * ■' That ever on the mortal tongue shall wake! —Charles Hanson Towne, in Windsor

. . ''QyBSY GOLD." The brown-bees.on the -vlover The pink blooms on the brier, 'Tis time for every rover To taste his heart's desire. Say "Follow I',' and Wll follow By woodland;i heath and wold, Behind the nestling swallow, Across the rain-wet,,uiould. From dale and.pea& andchollow To glean the gipsy gold. The city to the vandal* , Who know not what they lack! For us.the gipsy sandals Along the gipsy ,tr«ek,t With God's own aWrtf' for candles To light us out and back.

Only the sea shall bound us, And not a hill shall bar, Hiown heather round and round us

Shall bear our light feet far, Through fields the foots have found u», Spread wide to storm and star.

Come! For the suntems glancing Swing back the Fairy gate, And down bef.'.re us dancing Shall hold our swift feet straight, To where in wealth entrancing Our golden moiadres wait.

Come! For the camp fire reaches Red banners fold on fold, Flaunting above the beeches Till the high stars look old, And every moonbeam bleaches Before our gipsy gold.

Oh, rain on cowslips lying! Oh, dew the king-cnp hold! Oh, wind in tir bouglig sighing Love to the open wold I Oh, wide world crying,- frying, ''Come back, take my gipsy gold!" —Macmillan'B Magazine.