VARIOUS VERSES.

Wairarapa Age, Volume XXVIX, Issue 8123, 21 April 1906, Page 3

VARIOUS VERSES.

LAUGH VWiIM 3SO.U MAS. Never mind to-moirow; Jiave your Ina to-day.; You can 1 ttell what Borrow then will atop your playTrouble don't you hoszow.; tstill the blithe and gay, When the sun la .shining is time to make your hay. Needn't be too saving; that will never pay. Foolish censure braving, spend without delay. What's theuae of .slaving? Weak:, will turn you arey. Wben the sun is shining is time to make your hay. Nature's voice is calling; that y.ou mast obey. Leaves will soon be falling* xosee will doaay. Age, our limbs enthralling naught will ever stay. When the sun is shining is tin.© to make your hay. LANDLOCKED. (By Nathan D. Uroer). A rocky cape, to breast the storms, With one low island, dark with piuea; fftt!@s A strong and graceful elbow forms} Wherein the blue bay softly shines Ruffled at the wrist with fluted spray, That flashes at the outer bar, And the gray seaport, ribboned gpy, Finned at the snonlder, like a star, The prestige of the place is past, A halcyon calmness broods above, When, hushed and breathless, sleeps the bias*', As on her neet the brooding dove, But, when the tempest's trump is beard. And wave-hosts rally at the din. Before them, like a frightened bird, The white-winged coaster flutters in! And close-reefed frigates landward Bheer, And broad-built hulls from east or south, Are well content to linger near The red buoy at the harbour's mouth; And, long as leaps the open sea, And oe'r the crescent springs the >BPray, rook at rest, secure and free, •"* In the soft landlocked ocean bay. And, when the sobbiug ,storm gives o'er, And dimpled skies of azure gleam, They quit the quiet bay once more, And leave it to its summer dream; And once again the soft spray frills The white wrist of the elbowed steeps, And, folded in regalia hills, ' The white star at the shoulder sleeps. 1 have a reason more than you ' For loving so this place apart; i For in it, like a drop of dew, ! Shines the sweet maiden of my heart. .And 1, for one, wno fled aghaßt To landlocked bay from open main, . Shall ride at anchor to the last, And ne'er bo tempted forth again. FRIENDS. (By Nixon Waterman). You are my friend, for you have smiled with me, My help and hope in fair and , -stormy weather; il,like you for the joys you've whiled .with me, J Jove you for the griefs we've went together. I've held your hand when life was gold to me, And shared with you its every gracious greeting; "You've brougnt good cheer, when earth was cold to me, And made me feel your warm heart fondly beating. i Though all -the world was deaf and dark to me, And long the night, and bleak the winds and biting, 1 know full well that you would hark to me, And set my path with lamps of Lore's glad lighting. You are my friend, for you have smiled with me, ' My help and hope in fair and stormy weather; I like you for the joys you've whiled witb me, I love you for the griefs we've wept together.