VARIOUS VERSES.

Wairarapa Age, Volume XXIX, Issue 8289, 17 November 1906, Page 3

VARIOUS VERSES.

THE PANAMA HAI OF OMAR KHAYYAM. Before the lingering days of winte died, Methought a voioe inside tbe faatte urled, "When oil our summer stock i spread within, Why stands the dubious purchase outside?'' And while they lingered, oue wh stood before The window shouted, "Let me i the door, I'll put my money iu a Panama, E'en though for three yeais I on buy uo more." Strange, is it not, that of th myriads who Before us passe i the hatter's portal through, Not one will tell the trutu of what i cost, Bat multiplies the price at least b two? Except when Ananias hotnawan goes, The sum 1t cost thou shrinks, i never grows; But never let him thiuk he's fooloi his wile, She knows about it all, she knows she knows. Ah! chilly Autumn with thy win* and lain, Haste not thy coming. Must I be* in vain? A scant two months I'va worn mj Panama, / 1 can't afford to buy' so span again —Liverpool Post. THINGS 10 FORGET. If you Bee a tall fellow ahead of i jrowd, A leader ot men, marching fowled! and proud, And you know of a tale whose men telling*aloud Would cause his .proud head' to ii anguish be bowed, It's a pretty good plan to. forget it If you know of a skeleton bidder awßy In a closet, and guarded, aud kept . from tbe day In the dark; and whose showing, whose sudden display, Would cause t grief aud sorrow and life-long dismay, It's a pretty good plan to foiget it. If you know'of a thing that will darken tbe joy Of a man or a woman, a girl or a boy, That will wipe out a smile or the least way annoy A fellow, or oause any gladness to cloy, It's a pretty good plan to forget it. A MIND CONTENT. Sweet arn the thoughts tnat savour of content; The quiet rsiud is riuher than a orown; "".-.., .Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent ' Ihe poor esta,to scoiua fortune's angry frown: Saab, -sweet content, such minds, saub sleep, such bliss. Beggars enjoy when princes oft do miss. / The homely house that harbours quiet rest;' The cottage that affords no pride nor care; The mean that 'grees with country musio best: The sweet oousort of mirth an 3 musib's fare; Obsoured life se-'is down a typo of bliss A mind content both crown and kingdom Is. —Robert Greene. / ■ i SAILING TIME. Soft the mother sea is calling "Dome my children; come to ,> me." Forth the lazy ships Tare oiawling Dawdling idly oat to sea. Outward steals tbe deep sea shipping Lounging tramps and lordly mail Outward o'er tbe sea-rim dipping Fortward drifts their funnels' trail. Oh I know tbe tracks they're ingDriving southward past (Jape Howe; Up to northward, they'll bo making Torres Straits a week from now. Seagulls taunt me—"You remaining? You the laggard of them all? God! this landsman? sky ia paining And this earth of theirs is small. And tbe luring sea is calling: "Sborebound slave, you must be free, Humdrum life ashore is palling. ( Boats are dropping oat to sea. Grey tea-mother calling ever. Strangely subtle is thy sway, Child of thine forgets thee never— Rover once, the same alway. P. J. Dwyer.