Poetry.
THE VIOLETS.
Snow in the air, awl snow on the fields, and snow, cold snow, (in tlio liill. Calmly tlio lilies aio sloßpi»S yot, and violets slaving still. Time ye were waked, 'tis time yo wore stirred; we wait your promise tit May. , . And the modest sheon nf your purple ami green thrusting tho snow away. Yet shall the violets wake, I know, and earth shall be "lad once nioro ; But oh! for a spring to revisit the souls who«e spring-time micfl is o or. Never a flower or a bud for thein, but only a wintry glow ! Rut only to sit with hopeless eyes and gazo io vain at the snow. Violets nursed by Spring's soft hand then, fallen by a despot's sway ! Not of themselves did tlio violets die ; souls of themselves decay. Sweetly tho violets lived their lives, contented in sun and rain. Who helpless were made to blossom and fade sweetly shall blossom again. Since not your winteryourselves ye brought, violets ! rightly ye wake. Eight, too, alas ! that souls should sleepsouls which their winter make. So vio'ets gay may laugh at decay, with many a spring-time in store. So keep 'your spring while yo may, ye souls ; once passod it shall coma no more. —St. James Gazotto.
OUR SERVANT GIRL. We hired her. but she could not cook ; She knew not how to make .a bed ; And I will swear upon the Book She could not bake a loaf of bread. She into cornars swept the dust; A dust-pan sho had never seen ; The range took on a coast of rust; Pots, puna and kettles were unclean. Till it was black she boiled the tea ; The pan in which she bailed the fish She used unclean for fricassee ; At every meal she broke a dish. Although of splendid health and strong, Of work she seemed to be afraid ; She never cleaned the lamps as long As she could seo without their aid. About her rights 3 he had no doubt, A.nd did not fear of them to speak ; She wanted every Sunday out, And three nights, also, every week. My wife to her becoming cool, _ She left us, sulkily, black as ink, She is now instructress in a school, Training servant girls, I think. —St. Lewis Goble,
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Waikato Times, Volume XXXI, Issue 2498, 14 July 1888, Page 1 (Supplement)
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382Poetry. Waikato Times, Volume XXXI, Issue 2498, 14 July 1888, Page 1 (Supplement)
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