MARJORIE GRAY.

Waikato Times, Volume XIX, Issue 1604, 14 October 1882, Page 2 (Supplement)

MARJORIE GRAY.

Blithe iii the sun of a summer's day Tripped lifctlo old-fashioned Marjorio Giay, Maiden quaint of a long-past day — Marjorio Gray 1 Loud sang the robins on branch and spiay, Madly and gladly and long sang they, Carolled to Marjorie on her way — Loud sang they ! Sweet was the loses' breath in the air, Clear flowed the brook tlnough the gardens fair, White lay the road in the sun's bright glaie — Warm the glare 1 But maid Marjorio, waiting there, Had not for heat nor dust a care, Knew not that she and the roses rare Were so fair ; Saw not the lithe and graceful hound Running to meet her with joyful bound, Leaping and spiinging over the ground — Friendly hound ! Farther away, with gaze profound, And girlish forehead slightly frowned, Her eager eyes their object found — Gladly found 1 She was a little belle from the town, Dainty in manner and face and gown ! He was a poet of no renown, J?ar from town ; Yet the haughty eyes so brown, Under the poet's smilo, or frown, Gleamed with joy, or, shy, looked down, Soft and brown. Sad that one could not leave them so, Maiden and poet of long ago, Meeting with joy by the old hedgo-iow — Long ago. But time's departure, steady and slow, With years of roses and years of snow, Has wrapped the park in chill and glow — Roses and snow I Marjorie married the son of a peer Marjories life was short and drear ; Foigotten bhe, for many a year, In church-yard drear ; While to the poet'e record clear Came sweet fame and a long career, Fortune, and love, and all things dear — Blessed career 1 Blithe was that summer passed away ; Happy the little maid, they say ; Tender the poet that sunny day — Passed away. Flown are the birds from tree and spray ; Dust is sweet little Marjorie Gray ! Deathless the honored poet's lay — Welladay!