Poetry.

Waikato Times, Volume XXXI, Issue 2558, 1 December 1888, Page 1 (Supplement)

Poetry.

KITTENS AND BABIES. There were two little kittens, a block and a gray, . And grandmother said with a frown, ' 1 jt will never dr* to keep them both, The black one w.'d better drown, " Don't cry my dear," to tiny Bess "One kitten's enongli to keep; Now run to nurse, for 'tis growing late, And time you were fast asleep* The morrow dawned, and rosy and sweet, Game little Bess from her nap, The nurse said, "Go into Mamma s room And look in grandma s lap. " Come here" said grandmamma with a From the rocking chair where she sat, " God has sent you two little sisters; Now what do you think of that?' Bess looked at the babies a momont. With their wee heads yellow and brown, And then to grandma soberly said, " Which one are you going to drown ? —Miss Baulev. THE SIN OF OMISSION. It is'nt the thing you do, dear, ! It's the thing you leave undone , Which gives you a bit of headache, At the setting of the sun, ' The tender word forgotten, The letter you did not write. The flower you might have sent, dear, Are your haunting ghosts to-night. 1 The stone you might have lifted t Out of a brother's way, The bit of heartsome counsel, You are hurried too much to say. < The loving touch of the hand, dear, The gentle and winsome tone, That you had no time and thought for, With troubles enough of your own. These little acts of kindness, 1 So easily out of mind, 1 These chances to be angels, ] Which even mortals find— They come in night and silence, Each chill, reproachful wraith, j When hope is faint and flagging. And a blight has dropped on faith. For life is all too short, dear, ' And sorrow is nil two great, I To sutler our slow compassion j That tarries until too late, And it's not the thing you do, dear, It's the thing you leave undone, I Which gives yon the Vittor headache , At the setting of the sun. . Mabgarkt l'l Saxostbr.