SELECTED VERSES.

Wairarapa Age, Volume XXVIII, Issue 7983, 10 March 1906, Page 3

SELECTED VERSES.

WERE I A ROtm. Were I a rose bo thorn shoilld dare Wound thy dear band, e'en though you choose 34y choicest flow'r to pluck and wear W«re £ a rose. Were I the sea, do wave should <onrJ, Ko tempest cause thqe fear of me.; I'd yield to thee my choicest ;pearl, Were I the flea. Were I the sua, no ray should -e'er Cause thee my ardent beams to shun, I'd kiss to gold thy rippling hair, Where i the sun. But being just a man, my sweet, I simply do the best I can 80 lay my heart down at thy feet, Being a man. BLOWERS. Not like yoa gave them! They are withering now, But something lingers of remembered grace— A touct, a tone—the beauty of your fa« 36« And waifs of dark locks clustering o'er yqur brow. 'Pore Heaven, 'tis something in the world of strife To fiud this colour comiag from the clod! To know there is one woman in this life Who knows a violet is the breath of God. Who reaps rare roses from dim Tale of rest, From all the terror of the world apart, And while the red thorn bruises her dear breast. , Hides it within cloisters of ber heart. <3ive me the violets and the lilies white; The lilies, with their langour, still and deep! Give me the dews that make tbe daisies white, Give me the poppies that are fain of Sleep. Give me the dreams! And let me think the skies— Arohed in great blue, or dt>rkening from above, In all their gloom—in all their mysteries — Hold no name dearer than tbe name of Love-! —P.L.Stanton, in Atlanta Constitution. SOLITUDE. Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep and you weep alone; For the sad old earth Must borrow its rrirth, It has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is !ost on the air; The echoes bound To a joyful sound, 1 But shrink'from voicing care. Rejoice, and roen will seen you; Grieve, and tbey turn and go; They want full measure Of all your pleasure, » But they do not want your woe. Be glad, and your friends are many; Be sadj and you lose them all; There are none to deoline Your neotared wine, But alone you must drink life's gall. Feast, and your halls are orowded; Fast, and the world goes by; Succeed and give, And it helps you live, But it oannot help you die. There is room in thb halls of pleasure, For a long and lordly train; But one by one We must all file on , Through the narrow aisles of pain. —Ella Wilcox. KEEP A-GOIN.' EE you strike a thorn or rose, Keep a goin'l Ef it hails or ef it snows, Keep a goin'l 'Tain't no use to sit and whine When the fish ain't on yer line; Bait yer hook and keep a-tryin'— i Keepa-goin'! When the weather kills your croc, "Keep a-sroin'! When you .tumble from the top, Keep a-goin'! S'pose you're out o' every dime, Bein' so ain't auy crime; Tell the world you're feel in' primeKeep a-goin'! When \fc looks like all is up, Keep a-goin'! Drain the sweetness from the cup Keep a-goin'! aee the \viid birds on tbe wing; Hear the balls that sweetly ring; When you feel like sighin', sing— Keep a-goin'.!