Poetry. A SONG OF THREE BEAUTIFUL THINGS.

Waikato Times, Volume XXXIII, Issue 2701, 2 November 1889, Page 5 (Supplement)

Poetry. A SONG OF THREE BEAUTIFUL THINGS.

God three beautiful things hath made, Birds and women and flowers, To charm the rovinft eye, and spread Sweet maßic o'er the hours ; And whoso' loves not nil the three. Let him live with hia loveless eelf alone, . , . Like a crab in a shell, or a toad in a stone, Far away from me ! Flowers are beautiful when the brao la purpled o'er with blossom, And all the buds that crown the spray Their fragrant stores unbosom ; And who loves not this one of the three, &c. Birds are beautiful when they keop His?h concert in the epnnK, Or wheel their mazes o'er the deep With Rently sloping wing ; And who loves not this second of three, &c. Woir.en are beautiful when they wear All summer in their smiles, And aweetly lighten while they anare The workman's weary toils; And who loves not this best of the three, etc. God three beautiful things hath made, To feed discerning eyes With outflow of His glory shed O'er earth and sea and skies ; And whose loves not all the three, Let him live with his loveless self alone, , . Like a crab in a shell, or a toad in a stone, Far away from me ! —J. Stuart Blackie, in "Cassolls lamily Magazine." BLOSSOMS. Hast over stood in some old orchard close, And noted all the wealth of blossom there, In every shade from white to pink and rose, And then hast ever thought, Who is there knows What harvest cometh from this promise rare? Will sharp, cruel windsnip off each blossom sweet! Will summer suns shine down with such fierce rays That all the fruit will wither in the heat ? Or after shower and sunshine shall we ffest , „ A golden harvesting in autumn days? Hast ever watched a young life blossom out With promise fair of mind, and health, and strength, And power for goo d, when there has come the doubt — What will Life's changing seasons bring about ? What will the autumn harvest be at length ? Will biting winds of stern adversity Kill energy and hope ? Or will the sun Of Fortune shine too long continuously ? Or will whatever haps but prove to be Meet for a harvest of good work well done ? —George Wentlierly, in the Summer Number of "Cassell'a Magazine."