Poetry

Waikato Times, Volume XXVIII, Issue 2292, 19 March 1887, Page 1 (Supplement)

Poetry

BURNS FROM THE SPIRIT WORLD. Ye ken I'm what the world ca's deed, My flesh the worms has served to feed, And fertilize fu' mony a weed, And blossom bonnie, But yet a contie life I lead As blythe as ony. Here is the native land o' spirit, Where folks their true deserts inherit, And find the bliss and peace they merit, Nae rriair no less ; My soul has peace and love to cheer it, Wi' happiness. Altho' some preachers fain do tell, I'm roasting in that horrid hell, They ding in folks lugs like a bell, But dinna b'lieve it. I found the hame I made inysel' And aft' can leave it. Ae aften frae iny home up higher, I watch the cliiels that strike the lyre, And for the baso o' tame aspire In rounds o' san<*, Their minds wi' noble thoughts to inspire, And sleep alang. The upright honest-hearted man, Who tries to do the best he can, Need never fear the church's ban, Or hell's damnation, For God will need nae " special" plan, For his salvation. The one who knows our deepest needs Hecks little how man counts his beads. ' For righteousness is not in creeds Or solemn faces, But rather is in kindly deeds And Christian graces. So never fear with purpose leal, A head to think and a heart to feel, For human woe and human weal; Nae preaching loon Your sacred birthright ere can steal, To heaven aboon. Wi' loving kindness will he wait, Till a' the prodigals o' fate, ' Return into their fair estate, And blessings mony, Nor will he close the garden gate O' heaven on ony. CALEDONIA. JtSTLoOK AT THIS— Land of chivalry and freedom ; Land of old traditional fame ; May thy noble sons and daughters Long uphold their honoured name. Land where foreign foe's ne'er venture : Land where tyrant never trod ; Land whose sons are ever foremost Treading nobly life's high road. Land of simple-hearted kindness ; Land of patriotic worth ; N May your virtues ever flourish. Hardy clansmen of the North. Land where rest in silent slumbers Ashes of our honoured sires ; May their mem'ries long be cherished Round their humble cottage fires. Enthusiast. CALEDONIA. fGTLoOK AT THAT— , Land of ancient, bloody tyrants, Sneaking traitors, deep and sly ; Land of thieving " Heeland teevals," Kilted rogues and stolen Kye. Land of Bible, Kirks, and bastards, Saints, and lasses awfu' frail; Drunkards, shebeens, godly deacons, Parritch, thistles, brose and kail. Land of canny, carefu' bodies, Foes to all ungodly fun— Those who sum up "man's whole duty," " Heaven, hell—and number one." Land of droning psalms and sermons, Pawky wit and snuffy bores ; Puir-faun chiels, so fond of Country, That they leave it fast in scores. CIIITIC. THE BETTER WAY. If anything unkind you hear About some one you know, my dear, Do not, I pray you, it repeat When you that some one chance to meet; For such news has a leaden way Of clouding o'er a sunny day. But if you something pleasant hear About some one you know, my dear, Make haste, to make groat haste 'twere well, To her or him the same to tell; For such news has a golden way Of lighting up a cloudy dr,y. —Harper's Bazaar. NIGHT. With many a lingering step and backward glance Day takes her leave. And now, to wield her stately sway. We see her dark and star-eyed sister, Night, advance. The tender looks Day crave us as she stole away, Still haunt our hearts, and we are slow and loth to pay Allegiance to the dusky queen, whose gems enhance Her beauty so. But not for long; her speaking face, And deep, mysterious gaze, our souls entrance : Awaking in us thoughts of God and time and space, That lift us up, above the restless waves of chance. tO calm and holy Night! Thy bright-faced sister, Day, Is passing dear and fair': we love her winsome grace; IBut in our hearts thou hast the first, — most favoured place: For thou hast taught us better to adore and pray. UNDER THE SNOW. All in the bleak December weather, When north winds blow, Five little clovers lay warm together Under the snow. " Wait," said they, " till the robins sing ; Wait, till the blossoms bud and spring ; Wait, till the rain and the sunbeams gay 'Our winter blanket shall fold away— 'Then we will try to grow." All in the fragrantjMay-time weather, When south winds,blow, .Five little clovers kept close together Under the snow, Poor, pink babie3! They might have known 'Twas only the pear-tree blossoms blown By the frolic breeze ; but they cried, " Oh, dear! Surely the spring is late this year! Still, we will try to grow." All in the sultry August weather, When no winds blow, Five little clovers were sad together Under the snow. 'Twas only the daisies waving white Above their heads in the glowing light ! But they cried, " Will we never understand ? Yet, we will try to grow." All in the bright September weather, When west winds blow, i Five little clovers were glad together Under the snow. For now 'twas the muslin kerchief cool, Of a dear little lass on her way to school. " The sweetest snowfall of all," said they; "We knew our reward would, come some day, If only we'd try to grow ! —St. Nicholas. It is said that the Archbishops of Dublin •and Cork dissegarded the Pope's orders not to support the rent movement. It is proposed in New York to lay pipes for salt water through the city to run eleva- ' tors, put out fires, and so on. The Papal Consistory has again been portponed, this time till" the early part of March, when the new foreign Cardinals -yvill receive their hats.