Poetry.

Waikato Times, Volume XXXII, Issue 2623, 4 May 1889, Page 1 (Supplement)

Poetry.

THE BISMARCK DYNASTY. (" L'Etat—c'est moi! ") I am the country, the country I Made for the Bismarck dynast-I. That is the end of German-I, lam the country. Hb that tricks Or jests on Bismahck's politics, The splendid German Honour pricks. I am the country—heart and core. If other countries ask "What for?" I give my word. I start a war. I am the I-ron Chancel-lor. —Fun. THE SHADOWS OF THE HEART. 'Tis strange that often whon most glad, En woven through our merry hours, Should run a thread, so dark, so sad, Like death among the Summer flow'rs, A laugh may ring in happy glee, And mingle with the saddest strain j The lips may smile—the heart may be O'er burdened with a secret pain. The beams of love and friendship bright May for a time our hearts beguile ; The world were dark but for their light, And living hardly worth the while. If love is true and friendship real, How sweet to live, how hard to die, When throbbing hearts can passion feel, As though it flashed from oye to eye ! But, ah, ton oft can love betray. And friendship's hand grow cold as night 1 Life is'not all a primrose way ; Were shadow not, there were no light. We all have hours in which wo yearn For something never known before; And all our days we seldom learn That what we have is sweetest store. " My heart's desire, oh, give to mo 1" So prayeth oft the restless soul Who thinks that bliss is still to be, And that he yet may reach the goal. But years pass on, and Youth has flown, With all its hopes, with all its fire, And sadly to onr hearts we own, Wa never reach our hoart's desire ! M. R.