LOVE.

Waikato Times, Volume XXVI, Issue 2140, 27 March 1886, Page 1 (Supplement)

LOVE.

Lot me feel your hand in jsiafli Grateful, tender. seft, and warm ; | Let me see th.o?e blue eyea shine, ! Let roe clasp that girlish form ; And the cares, that fill my breast, , ' , Sorely saddened and distressed^ ' "' '

Sink to rest. () Let me feel you hand in mine, q H . Nestling like a frightened do»|— Like a benison divine, Fluttering downward from above ; By the touch I surely know If you love we well, and sd, I shall see your cheeks' warm blushes

Brightly glow. Xet me feel yoUrJwnd in mine ! Darling, nviy fever bold Thw great treasure at love's shrine, , ' ■ Which is more than gems or gold ;' ' Do yoa give a wanner press To my fingers close caress, ' Tb,«n, dear love, I know your answer— And— 'tin yes.,. They walked together by the 86$ And talked of days that were to be, And hand in hand upon the Hill, • Thgy paused to see the white sail fill Will} warm winds from the flasfc ; and ha Said softly, " S,o our argosy "We hope will pome from isles afar Where all life* countless treasures are, And bring 1 tans far coming years All happy things, and naught for tears." "' Blow softly, summer wind," She said : and looking far away To inhere trie freshening breezes thinn«d " J ' TWmisW about the edge of day. ' She watched to see the shining sail Of homeward faring mariners ' Flash oat; in sunshine. ' ' Let no gale J Beat round the ship that brings to me The treasures of a lasting love Hail! hail !all hail !' r A cloud arose and hid the sun ;• Grey shadows fell era day wasdone. •They heard the moaning of the waves Like midnight' voiots over graces. "* Alas," he cried, " for ships at sea I My love, creep eloper unto me ; Tina safety from the pelting storm ■ In sheltering; arms, on heart so warm !" ' * sh« 'morning shines upon the bar, V A while dead face, a broken spar. The barque (they waited for has come, But, an ! the nelmsman s lips are dumb. The treasures from the happy land, Are covered fathoms deep in sand, O'er which the slimy seaweeds crawl, As creeping lower down the beach, TsM Mllen waters riss and fall, 1 Asdfrasp at things just out of reach. "Dear heart," she says, and smiles thro tears, 'Think what is left for the ooming years ; Daad hopes we bury in the sea, But love remains to yon and me ! Tor r oh, my darling, come what may, That will remain to us for aye." — Atha.

Mrs Nugent. » lady in Philadelphia,. hit left the whole' of her estate, about £&MMX), to found a home foraged and infirm Baptist minister* and church memberi, _ t , t , . ,