Select Poetry.

Thames Star, Volume XVII, Issue 5256, 21 November 1885, Page 1

Select Poetry.

▲ Cry from the SUrtltd Tmm.

"Tint Htm not in the light done, But in tti* duriuMH anS ttM dMd." At times I had to tread Where not a star was fonnd To lead or light me, overhead; Nor footprint on the groud. I toiled among the sands And stumbled with my feet: Or crawled and climbed with kMM tad hands, Some futare path to beat. I had to feel the flow Of waters whelming me: No foothold to be tomched below, ' ; No shore aroand to ace. Yet, in my darkwet night, And farthest drift from had. There dawned within the goidiof alight 1 Ifolttheanseenhand. Tear after year went by, And watchers wandered when The direr, to their welcoming pry Of joy, would rise again. And still rolled on Time's ware That whitened as it passed; The ground is getting towards the That I hare reached at last. Child after child would say— " Ah, when his work is done, Father will come with us and play **— 'Tis done. And playtime's gone. A willing slare for years, I strove to set men free; Mine were the labors, hopes, and fears, Be theirs the victory. GwiU) ICasmt.