Select Poetry.

Thames Star, Volume XII, Issue 4023, 19 November 1881, Page 1

Select Poetry.

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A clear brock sparkled in hatte along, And the liulecbild who sported by Heard sweetest tones in the rippling song That thrilled itt notes where the cresses lie Trouble and grief were yet unborn, That was the song of life's glad morn.

A school-girl patted by the gurgling flood, Which kitted tbe stones at her ftetire feet, And the song it sang was glad and good, As the bounded orer light «nd fleet, Singing in time her childith Iky; That wtt the long of a later day.A maiden walked by the brooklet* tide, . And heard the song of tbe tilrer stream j Fair, and toon to beootne a bride, Etery impulse it geldet dre*ai; :- Heard no eoho of tin or strife, Naught bat the sweetest psalm of life. A woman patted by the brooklet's side,' Walking in sorrowful grief alone, Hearing means, in its turbid tide Echoing tho«e heflife had~lcnowny Changed tbe sound of its resUers ruin, Life had reached to the height.of noon. Aged and bent a women roamed, Bowed with burdens arid creased with care, O?er its rapids the water foamed, Fierce and swift from the woodland lair; Sadly she listened then wept and sighed, Life drew near to itseTentide.

Once again did she come that way, All her beauty and brightness bid, Fair face furrowed and hair turned gray, Sheltered under a coffin's lid; Wind and water in dirges blend, Life was over and this its end. Still the brook in its restless flow, Chants its anthems or murmurs low, Just hi it did in the longtngo.