VARIOUS VERSES.

Wairarapa Age, Volume XXIX, Issue 8243, 22 September 1906, Page 3

VARIOUS VERSES.

HE WHO BLESSES. Give men their gold, and knaves their power; Let fortune's babbles rise and fall; Who ploughs a field, or trains a flower Or plantß a tree la more than all; For he who blessed moat is blessed, And God and man will own his worth Who seeks to leave ua his bequest, An added bH.iuty to the earth. FOR A UUEST-BOOK. A beok or guests! May it include, The wise, the witty, and the shrewd, And such as owu the double art That makes them friends of head and heart. May those who stand recorded here Grow dearer with each added year; AcquaiiuuncH iuio friendship grow, And friendship over brighter glow. Old friends are best, we lightly say, But. as they fall upon the wsy, Keep full the raulia witn newer friends, Till time and adjective amends. And if old frhu.iia si ill teem the best, | The adage sbovtid ba thus expressed: Friends are iuil bust becauso Ihey'ie old, But old, because the ytara have rolled — The years that try and rear and mendHave proved them worth the title friend. —S. Won. MitoheM, in the Century. THE MISN WHO LOSE. Here's to the men who lose! Whufc though their work bo e'er so nobly planned Aim watched '.vitli zealous care, Bo glorious halo crowns their efforts grand; Contempt is failure's oharo. Here's to the men who lose! .If triumph's easy nmile our struggles Rreer, Courage is easy then; The king is he who after fierce defeat, Can op and fight again. Here's to the men who lose! The ready plaudits of a fawning world Bing sweet in victor's ears. , The vanquished baunera never are unfurled, For them there sound no cheers. Here's to the men who lose! _ The touchstone of true worth is not success; There is a higher test; Though fate may darkly frown, onward to press And bravely do one's best. Here's to the men who lose! It is the vanquished praises that I sing And this the toast that I choose: ■"A hard-fought failure is a noble thing, Here's to the men who losei" George li. Broad hurst.

A 'CANNY' PLAY. (The 'jangle'is being drarnatißed, • and will be produced in Chicago in September. Tbe author says there will bf> scores of cattle aud hogs inr the company; and meutionr, aa a feature, the squaels of hundreds of pigs.—The Observer .) Mark well' Chicago's latest play, 'Strong meat' appears to be its I lot; The Diuuia's gone—as well it may, To pot. Dramas of grist no longer thrill, gSo critics say. If that's the case Then gristle possibly will All Its place. As for the actors, shall we read (It seems a not unlikeJy plan) That there will bo a pig fcr leadlug man? What a prodigious diu you'll make, O Jungle problem muoh diecussed ; Your merits we must clearly tatte On 'Trust. * —Tribune. THE FELLOW WHO CAN WHISTLE. The fellow who can whistle when the wor'd is going wrong Is the fellow who wiJl make the most of life; No matter what may happen, you will find him brave and strongHe's the fellow who will conquer in the strife. \ The fellow who can whistle when the whole world seems to frown la the kind of man to stand the battle's brunt He's got the proper metal, and you cannot keep him down, I<or he's just the sort that's needed at the front. The fellow who can whistle is the feJiow who can work. * With a note of cheer to vanquish plodding oare His soul is filled with music, and * no evil shadows lurk In bis active brain to foster grim despair. The fellow who can whistle is the 'trump' card of the deck. Or the 'whip-hand,' in the parlance of the street No petty oares nor trifles can his buoyant spirit check, For a sunny heart can never know defeat. The fellow who can whistle—he is built on nature's plan, ™ And he ch6ors hn toiling fellow men along; There is no room for pessimists, but give to us the man Who can whistle when the world is going wrong. ; —Sidney Wairen Mase in Lippiu- J oott's.