Poetry.
THE BEAUTIFUL.
Beautiful faces are those that wearIt matters little if dark or fair— Wholo-aoul'd honesty printed there. Beautiful eyes are those that show Like'Sryatal panes where earth fires glow, Beautiful thoughts that burn below. Beautiful lips are those whoso words Leap from the heart like songs of birds, Yet whose utterance prudence girds. Beautiful hands are those that do Wnrk that is earnest and brave and true, Moment by moment the long day thruugh. Beautiful feet are those that go On kindly ministry to and fro, Down lowliest ways, if God wills it so. Beautiful shoulders are those that bear Ceaseless burdens of homely care With patience, grace, and daily prayor. Beautiful lives are those that bless — Silent rivers of happiness, Whose hidden fountains but few may
guess. Beautiful twilight at set of sun, Beautiful goal with race well run, Beautiful reat with work well done. Beautiful graves where grasses creep, Where blown leaves fall, where drifts lie
deep Over worn-out hands—oh, beautiful sleep !
THE KING'S FOOL.
The king one day in generous mood, Presented to his fool A cap of wondrous beauty rare, But first laid down this: " Whan you can find a greater fool Than thou, 0 clown," he said, "Present him with my compliments, And place this on his head." The king was taken ill one day ; And, feeling death was near, He sent a summons for his fool, Who quickly did appear. " I'm going on a journey soon, From which I'll ne'er return," The king said, speaking low and sad " The way I've yet to learn." "Then you've no preparation made In all these years, O king ?" The fool said, wond'ring to his lord ; "Now, give me leave to bring ' An article which you once gave To me. in gracious mood, With words to find a greater fool; Now, pray don't call me rude " If I obey your Majesty, And carry out your rulo, To place this cap with compliments Upou a greater fool. " I've sought, indeed, but never found Till now a greater clown, This cap becomes your Majesty Far more than does your crown."
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Waikato Times, Volume XXXI, Issue 2522, 8 September 1888, Page 1 (Supplement)
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352Poetry. Waikato Times, Volume XXXI, Issue 2522, 8 September 1888, Page 1 (Supplement)
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