VARIOUS VERSES.

Wairarapa Age, Volume XXIX, Issue 8260, 13 October 1906, Page 3

VARIOUS VERSES.

SUMMER'S GOOD-BYE. Frank Dempster Sherman in Moneey'e. Before I knew it, Summer went; Between the dusk and da J Her oourtiars struck tbe sunny teat And with her went away. I found her message in the dawn, Too late to make reply— A lytic lying on the lawn— A last rose, and good-bye. The green leaves withered in the sau, And. turned to red and gold; Upon iier wheel the JjAutumn spun Frost tapestries untold; The birds departed with their mirth To seek a softer sky, Antf silauce fell upon the earth When Summer said good-bye. Garden and grove and meadow now Are desolate and tare; No leaf upon the bough To whisper in the air; The crooks all falter iu their song, And-fust the white flakes fly; The rose is dust now. Ah, how long It seems siuoo her good-bye i "IHE MAN AT THE DESK." Wallace Irwin, in Success.' The man at ibe- desk li«« a patient look As be writes and writes in his open book And be bends his back to the task before Ijike a galley slave to his handrubbed oar. Columns of figures be marshals by, Filed up decimals mountains high, Which seem to sing to his well-ruled brain His long, monotonous life-refrain: 9 " "Debit, oredit, voucher, payDiscount, balance, day by day; Oarrried forward, interest, duns—■ So the monotonous river runs." The Man at the Desk with the patient lo'jk Has followed the rule of the copybook— \ "Early to bed and early to rise," Yet hu'a healthy, wealthy, nor wiße. Honest, industrious, sober, chained . To his office cell, he hRS long remained Dead of ambition, busy of pen, Adding up flguieß for other men. J "Debit, oredit, remit, amount, - Carried for I 'ward, close account; Daybooks, draftbooks, interest duns— So the monotonous river runs." The Man at the Desk with the patient look Has written hia life in the open! book, Has oharged up Youth with a small amount, And crossed off Love as a closed account. Yet bright are the tears in his faded eye As the column of figures marches by, Blsok of ink and with mourning biave Like a last parade to a yawning grave. "Debit, credit" the bugled play, '•Discount, talanse, voucher pay, Carried forward, interest, duns— So the monotonous river runs." \ LYRIC AT JiAWN. By Arthar Upson. 1 dreamt that out. of dawn and dark Your soul and mine were born, And mine was like a flaming spark, And yours was like the morn. lo mine your spirit from of old Had risen with its love, As yearns the morning to enfold Ibe star she glows above. But always fails that sinking star As dawn mounts up the sky, i For they were made to come from , far, To greet—and say good bye.

MINISTERING ANGELS. - , E. A. Tyler. They ara with us, ever with us, Angel bands, altnongh unseen; They are keeping for our coming Pnrer joys than "might have been"— 1 Keeping half-fomed hopes and longings, Half-thoughts humming through long years, ] Sorrows bursting into gladness, Joys gone out in tears. Angel hands are busy gathering, From the fragrance of the past, Scenes cf tenderness and beauty, All that we could wish should last. Gathering silently and swiftly, Taking from the band of Time, Love-seeds for a kindlier region, for a holier, happier clime. Angel beacons glow and glisten On the margin of our night; Angel voices sing to cheer us Prom the land just out of sight. We shall'hear them, clearly hear them, When the shadows fear to stay, Singing softly through the twilight At the breaking of the day.