MOON BEAMS.

Waikato Times, Volume X, Issue 664, 23 September 1876, Page 5 (Supplement)

MOON BEAMS.

When winter winds were sighing, And Autumn days had sped, When youth and hope soemed dying, And e»rthly joy had fled ; I stood beside the river, When the sun had sank from sight, Listening to its gentle murmer, Midst the dusky shades of night. Then the rippling of the w aters, As they waadered far below, Seemed like a wail of sorrow — As a murmering tale of woo. For my heart seem'd crush'd and brok en, Burdened with its lo*d of care, And the night winds echoed sadly, That deep moan of my despair. And those ever deepening shadows, Gathering darkly overhead, Seemed to me like moving spectres, Of the sorrows that were fled. Then a faint voice whispered near me, That my race was but begun, I must bear my burden meekly, For my work was not yet done. Then the moon-beam softly stealing, Scatter all the clouds of night ; It seems a dim revealing, Of the future hid from sight. And her soft rays are now changing, Into gold each ripples crest Like a halo that from Eden, Where the weary are at rest. Then reaching to that River, Is the silent churchyard ground, The narrow path to heaven, Where alone relief is found.

There is nothing more damaging than the witness that proves too much. Miss Aj^worth tells us somewhere of an Irish travelling in France with a directed him, tf questioned alwtjs to jj^iisjgatei 1