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Waikato Times, Volume XXXI, Issue 2501, 21 July 1888, Page 1 (Supplement)

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TO-MORROW In the down-hill of life, when I find I'm declining. May my lot 110 less fortunate he. Than a snng e'buw-chair can afford for reclining, And a cot that o'erlooks the wide sea ; With an ambling pad-pony to pace o'er tho lawn, While I carol away idle sorrow, And blithe as the lark that each day hails tho dawn, Look forward with hope for to-morrow. With a porch at my door, both for shelter and shade too. As the sunshine or rain inay prevail; Witli a small spot of ground for the use of the spade too, With a barn for the use of the flail ; A cow for ri.y dairy, a dog for my game. And a purse when a friend wants to borrow ; I'll envy no Nabob his richness or tamo, Nor what honours await him to-morrow. From the bleak northern blast may my cot be completely Secured by a neighbouring hill; And at night may repose steal upon me more sweetly By the sound of a murmuring rill ; And while peace and plenty I find at my board, With a heart fiee from sickness and sorrow, With my friends may I share what to-day mav afford, And lot them spread the table to-morrow. And when I at last must throw off this fra i covering Which I've worn for threescore years and ton, On the brink of the grave I'll not seek to keep hovering Nor my thread wish to spin o'er again : But iny faco in the glass I'll serenely survey, And with smiles count each wrinkle and furrow; As this worn-out stuff, which is threadbare to-day, May become everlasting to-morrow. 3 a. w. h. THE COMING DAY. One there i 3 whoso wondrons story, Down the echoing ages ringing, So illumes tho world with glory, That the. flood and mountains hoary Clasp their hands with gladness, singing. Of the glorious day advancing, Of that peaceful glad fulfilling Of the prophecy entrancing, When no red swords mnrierous glancing, Shall be seen man's life-blood spilling. But beneath the peaceful gladness Of his own empurpled vineyard, Each shall rest redeemed from sadnoss, From want, wretchedness, and madness— E'en from dreams that wander inward. Of tho sad and desert places, Desolate with sin's defiling, Thoro shall then be left no traces ; But with all the rose's graces They shall bloom 'neath Heavens smiling. Then tho lions from tho wildwood With the fearless lambs shall gather, Led by blessed, holy childhood ; K'en the venomed snakes, grown mild, good, Lick the dust, disarmed forever. Oh, ye radiant stars of morning ! Sing again with joy together. For the earth beholds the dawning Of hor promised Sabbath morning, Whose glad light shall shine forever. —.MAHY 0. FAluman.