Poetry. THE BRIGHT SIDE.

Waikato Times, Volume XXX, Issue 2450, 24 March 1888, Page 1 (Supplement)

Poetry. THE BRIGHT SIDE.

Let's oftener talk of noblor deeds, And rarer of the bad ones, And ain« about our happy days, And not about the «ad olios. Wo aro not made to fret nnd sigh, And when grief sleeps to wake it, Bright happiness is standing by— This life is whftt wo make it. Let's find tho sunny side of men, Or bu believers in it; A light there is in every soul. That takos the pain to win it, Oh ! there's a slumbering good in all, And we perchance m.iy wake it; Our hands contain the magic wand ; This life is what we make it. Then here's to those whose loving hearts Shod life and joy about them ! Thanke be to them for countless gema W : ne'er had known without them. O'i ! this should be a happy world ;' t all who may partake it; Tim fault's our own if it is not— This life is what we make it. —Boston Transcript. MARION. From brighter climqs and sunnier skies And realms undimnied by mortal woo The favouring gales of Paradise, Wafted a gift to us below. A dainty bud, a fragile bloom, A lily white as drifting snow, Wβ gave the lovely stranger room, And day by day we watched it grow. But ah ! 'twas not for us to hold In our fond clasp the exile raro, The chilling storms of earthly cold Touched with untimely frost our care. Life faded from love-lighted eyes, Its feeble hold unloosed from oar th, And she whose home was in tho skies Sighed a farewell to mortal birth. But springing from the sacred dust, Enriched and moistened with our tears, Grew living word 3 and deeds of trust, Radiating light through weary years. And she whose loving spirit shed Such gentle fragrance through our home, Whose child-like trust still upward led Our weary feet amid earth's gloom. Now shods abroad life's healiug ray, Shining across the breakers foam, Lighting ten thousand in the Way And Word of life to lead them homo. —Ilde. L'AVENIR. It is well that the future we cannot knowThat we see but the brighter side, Until Time reveals with its onward flow The p*in that we fain would hide. It is well that no presence can whisper low, That no second sight can guide, We wonld witness scenes through the coming years That would place on our souls a ban; Our hearts would be torn by more dreaded fears Than have been since the world began : Wβ would see through a mist of bitter tears The shroud on the living man. But onward, with faith that is mad and blind, We drift to a shadowy end, Guidod by Fate, that is cruel or kind, That is neither our foe nor friend ; Caressed or bruised by a fickle wind That will pamper or cruelly rend. H. B. p. M.