Poetry.

Waikato Times, Volume XXXII, Issue 2572, 5 January 1889, Page 1 (Supplement)

Poetry.

DRIFTING APART.

Stay ,<> moment, ere you leavn mo, Having loft inn, tinio will show Ymi woro thoughtless to deceive mo, I was mad t>i lovh you so. Though you say our livus must sover ; Thousi'h I toll of broken Mas, You will li'ild me bound fur evor By your Bverlii.it.ing eyes. You will Gnd, Knrmnsa, Ciira, If you take the pain to try, Many a better one nnd far a Bettor looking girl than I. Though thn past you try to smother, Spying truly wo must part, Dearest yon nmy find another ; Never such a faithful heart. Ijifii mny be a di\rk December, Through tliß long approaching years, When your folly I remember, My and eyes may till with tears. You may drown my heart in sorrow, Whon my fanny sighs your name, Break another heart tomorrow, I shall over bo tlift same. Whon I '.ire.im of lovo mistaken, Whon the evening lump is lit, When I feel I am forsaken, When disconsolate I sit, When tho spring comos, then you met me, I may think it sad to live ; \onr reproach is t'> forgot me, My revengo is to forgive. —Constance. Sonnets by E. G. A. Holmes, Oxford. ONWARDNESS. Brave burning hearts thut 'mid the battlo'e press, Dream of some final triumpi dim and . far, And know not they are warriors in a war Whoao victory 13 its own endlessness — Strong, onward-reaching souls, whose speed and stress Chafes at the barriers of their narrow sphere— Who look so for they cannot eee God

near — Whoso lips deny even what their lives confess, They are as one who stands on some sheer height, While a dark sea breaks whitening at its baao, And sunsetwards lit waves are rolling bright, And gates of gold guard a more golden placs— So, as he sUuids and longs for that far lißlit. Its glow divine rosts on his gazing face. INWARDNESS.

Puro, peaceful hearts, that aro content to pray In simple faith, though dim and veiled be sight Their humble prayers for grace to walk aright Through all the little dancers of the day— That only ask to see a little way, Weaving no wide-meant, world-embrac-schemes, No vast conceptions, no far-reaching

dreams— These do jint ask the issue of the fray, Happy if cjch is steadfast to his post, Cureless of all without, if pure within ; And oft. may he, they deem the battle lost, Wielding the while world-shaping powers that win, Whose fomitain-head is the heart's innermost, Which they grow near who grow away from sin.