THE BROOKLET IN THE GLEN.

Tuapeka Times, Volume VII, Issue 369, 1 July 1874, Page 6

THE BROOKLET IN THE GLEN.

' It's mellow song The whole night long Io borne around the tranquil vale And through the day In cheerful lay, It chants a never-ending tale : The hist'ry of its life and birth, The secrets of the valley, when From the effusive pores of earth, God called it down the glen. The tui's thrill Upon the hill, Is answered by a thousand notes, "Til one grand swell From nook and dell Upon the morning aether floats j But in a voice subdued and low, Which tells of things beyond our ken, The Brooklet's gentle accents flow, Meandering down the glen. Old ocean hoarse, Ejects with force His foaming tongue to lap the beach ; But all in vain He tries to gain The upland prize he cannot reach, True reflex of the passions wild Which stir the restless souls of men— The brouklet is a careless child That prattles down the glen. And as it flows It larger grows Until it merges in the sea ; And thus the boy From childish joy Runs into man's anxiety ; The fairy towers we loved to raise, Are swallowed in life's wirlpool then — There's food for thought in all thy lays, Sweet brooklet in the glen. Thomas Bracken. June 8.