Poetry.

Waikato Times, Volume XXIX, Issue 2385, 22 October 1887, Page 1 (Supplement)

Poetry.

THE SICK MAI DUN. I met a maiden, young and fair, With pdlid cheeks and drooping air, Who -adly sighed, as in despair, “ fin weary, Mother, all ! weary ! "’ “Tin! birds can sing, Hie roses bloom In joyous strength, through light and gloom ; Whilst I'm so full of shadow'd doom, To me -ii fireary, .Mother, so dreary ! “ 1 laugh not, health abuses me ; I -ing not, strength refuses me ; My heai t droops, pain confuses me ; I have no joys, Mother, no joys ! " I cannot join my friends in mirth, Nor rove again the beauteous earth, I ..iily sit by this dull hearth, I 'nil of tears, .Mother, of sad tears ! “ (Ih ! The burthen and Hie weariness ; I languish through in feebleness ; I fold so modi the dreariness, < If then; days, Mother, those sick days ! " Thu hours depart and seem so long, My stops falter, I grow not strong, Despondence is my sole song ; for I despair, Mother, despair ! " What greater gift can we secure Than healthy frame, with mind as pure, ’Mongst all the riches we can procure In this world, Mother, this wide world I “ Life is sweet and lias its pleasure.-; I love homo ties ami their treasures, I Would drink of their full measures, And be merry, Mother, merry I “ When I look on the face of Nature, Sue her beauties, bright and azure, Mv lireast lieives with pleasing rapture, To linger, Mother, linger hero ! “ All I there’s a gleam of Hope's glad light, A voice now whi-pers and tails me light, 'Gainst Disease’s sinuous might, Ami live, my Mother, live once inure I “ Hope brightens, 1 can smile again ; My heart lightens, I cnmpier pain ; My health, I feel. I shall regain, And be free, Mother, Hum he free ! “ Ves, t ike me to fresh scenes and new, So that I iml’s fair earth I may view, With grateful heart mv strength renew, To slay with thee, Mother, with thee I “ Despair shall net distress me mure, Nor e'er with sighs shall f deplore ; [ can sing and laugh as of yore, IT;11 of joy, .Mother, fail of joy I ‘■tliid shielded me from its weighty blow. Crowned with gladness my youthful brow ; I coiiipiered and heat it low, In my new strength, Mother, new strength I " I’ii speak no mure of pain and grief, Hope lias given me sweet relief, And filled my heart with the belief Uf glad days, Mother, happy days I ” H. A. C.

WILAT BECAME Ob’ A LIE,

Fir-t somebody told it, Then tiie room wouldn’t hold it, So the busy tongues roiled it Till they got it outside, When the crowd came across it Till it grew long and wide. From a very small lie, sir, it grew deep and high, sir, Till it readied the sky, sir, And frightened the moon ; For she hid her sweet face, sir, At the dreaded disgrace, sir, That had happened al noon. Tiiis lie brought forth others, I lark si-teis and brothers, And fathers and mothers- - A tumble crew; And while headlong they hurried. Thu people, they Hurried, And troubled, and worried. As lies always do. \ud so, evil-boded, This monstrous lie goaded, Till at last it exploded In smoke aud in shame ; While bum mud aud mire The pi.’ee- It -w higher, And hit the sad liar, And killed his good name 1 Jiittle Christian.

AN UN 110 RATION. To CimiivmNis at a Social (latiikhinu Now. come ye sons and dauglil ns come, Let joy he found with all, I’.iss round the jest, be light and gladsome. Why should Christians not rejoice led not scoffers say that we Are, all gloom, ami cannot raise our voice, Hut to shine and grieve o'er sins and care. 'Tis true that sorrow comes to all, That joy and grief are mingled everywhere, I ait joy is the soul’s true life, Anti m our hearts we must it bear, Jf we would conquer iu the strife : Then lift up your heart, lift up your Rejoice, again I say rejoice, Let us rejoice, that One has conquered sin, Has home our gtivfs and woes, And brought the glorious kingdom in. Let ns rejoice that we may be fellow labrers with our Lord, And all the joy of hanest see. lad us esteem a noble lliiug To be upon bis side, Who died and took from death its sling. lii.’.t it lie impressed upon our mind, 'That all we owe to Him Of what is tine and good and kind, Tor He it was at whose birth, 'Die herald angels eiie.d To Ood be glory, goodwill t> man and peace on earth. 1 1 . Nottiiti:.