FOREBODING.

Waikato Times, Volume XXXIII, Issue 2698, 26 October 1889, Page 5 (Supplement)

FOREBODING.

What is this nameioss something that impels My thoughts to circle round theo with such dread ? The charmed page has now no charm against This sense that thou art sore discomfited. The breathing of the wind becomee thy voice ! The air is burdened with thy heavy siphs 1 All thiiiK.t are full of thee ! From fire and ' alD P . , ~• • I turn unto the night my questioning eyes. The slender flower that peers from out the duskLike some whito spirit in a spaco of gloom— Looks thru' the open casement, from the void, To mako its presence felt throughout the room. And instant doth the dark reflect thy face, Pale with the imprint of thy spirit's stress, And space is chiefly thy pathetic eyes, Moving and staring into nothingness. No more ! Tho nipht is voiceless to my My spirit flutters 'gainst the walls of sense, And there is nothing but to feel and fear— ■" To learn tho uttermost that hath suspense. Till from tho hours one trembling hope looks forth— As some pale star from mists of eventide j That since I care so much thy soul must know How I could near for sympathy have died ! Frances Tyrrell Gill. THE PEOPLE'S ANTHEM (As bciriiiß on the labor troubles in England, we have been requested to publish these stirring verses by Kbenezer Elliott, the celebrated Corn Law rhymer.) When wilt Thou save the people ''. Oh, (Jod of Mercy ! when '! Not kings and lords, but nations ! Not thrones and crowns, but men ! Flowers of Thy liesirt, oh, God, are they, Let them not pass like weeds away ! Their heritage a xunlees day ! Clod save the people ! Shall crime bring crime for ever— Strength aiding still the strong ? Is it Thy will, oh, Father ! That man shall toil for wrung ? " No !"' Siiy Thy mountains ; " No !" Thy skies ; '" Man's clouded .sun shall brightly rise, And songs bo heard inslKiul of sighs.' , (_!<> d save the people ! When wilt Thou suve the peoplo '.' Uh, God of Meruy '. wbtn '! Tho peoplo, Lord ! the people ! Nut thrones and crowns, but men ! God save the people ! Thine they are, Thv children, na Thy angels fair : Suva them from liondnge and despair ! God save the people !