Poetry.

Waikato Times, Volume XXIX, Issue 2376, 1 October 1887, Page 1 (Supplement)

Poetry.

TO Til!-:<ill.\SSllol.M.'Klt AND THK CRICK KT. Kr-'-n little v.-iiiltur in l-)i-s -nnny gra.-s. Catching your hoart up at Hio feci of •J lino, *ol« voice that's he;ir.l amidst the. Ui/.y noon, When oven tli.j liuo-i lag ul tliu summoning brass ; And ym, warn littl.j hou-ekeoper, who class With those who think the candles come t.", soon. Loving the lire, and with your tric-ksoim-time \ick tliu glad silent moments as thoy pass; Oh sweet and tiny cousins, that belong, One to tin; fields, tliu cither to the hearth. I loth haves your .sunshine; both though small are strong At your clou- hcaits ; and both were sent on earth To sing in thoughtful oars this natural H'ttiK; In doors and out, summer and winter, Mirth. -/icigli Jlmit. I .SHALL FIND REST. A little further on— There will butimu-I shall find rest anon : Thus do we say, while eager youth invites Young hope to try lier wings in wanton flights, And nimble fancy builds the smihi nest On some far crag ; but soon youth's ll.ime is gone—llurned lightly out—while we repeat the jest With smiling confidence,—T shall lind rest A little further on. A little further on I shall find rest; half-fiercely we avow When noon beats on the dusty field and care Threats tn unjoint our armour, and the glare Throbs with the pulse of battle, while life's best l-'lies with the flitting stars : the frenzied brow Vniiis for the laurel more than for the breast Where Love soft-nestling!waits. Xot now, not now, Willi feverish breath we cry, I shall find rest A little further on A little further on I shall find rest: half-sad, at last, we say, When sorrow's settling cloud blurs out the gleam Of glory's torch, and to .1 vanished dream Love's p dace iiath been turned, then—all depressed, Despairing, sick at heart—we. may not stay Our weary feet, so lonely then doth seem This shadow-haunted world. We, so unblest, Weep not to see the grave which waits its guest; And feeling round our feet the coo], sweet clay, We speak the fading world f.irewell and say : _ Xot on this side—alas !—I shall find rest A little further on. llobert Burns Wilson, in the Century Magazine.