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Poetry.

LOYE'S PATHWAY,

I know the sun shines brightly, I know the spring is here, And pone is all the winter, With all its days bo drear. But still my heart'ia breaking, The tears fall one by one, And on my love's dark pathway ..There shines no radiant sun ! I now the lovely country is fresh with bud and bloom, I know the birds sing sweetly And scatter thoughts; of gloom. But in ray heart is sadness, And o'er my pathway grief, Where all the branches wither And dead are bud and leaf. But Spring gives glorious promise, Of something good and grand, And hope is richly filling The heart of all our land. So in my love's sad pathway, I must a gateway keep, Where hope shall enter softly And stay the tears that weep ! —M. Stewart Duckworth, " GOOD BYE." We say it for an hour or for years : We say it smiling, say it choked with tears; We say it coldly, say it with a kiss ; And yet we have no other word than this 1 " Good bye. We have no dearer words for our heart's friend, , ~, . JTor him who journsya to the world s tar end ~ And sears our soul with going ; thus we As unto him who steps but o'er the way— " Good bye. Alike to those we love and those we hate We say no more in parting. At life s gate, To him who passes out beyond earth s sight. . ... We cry, as to the wanderer for a night— "Goodbye. Grace Demo Litchfield. A MESALLIANCE. I hear sweet music, rich gown I wear, I live in splendour and state ; But I'd give it all to be young once more And steal through the old low-lintellea d° or < , „ .. To watch at the orchard gate. There are flowers by thousands these ballrooms bear, Fair blossoms wondrous and new; But all the flowers that a hot-house grows I would give for a scent of a certain rose That a cottage garden grew ! Oh, diamonds that sparkle on bosom and

hair. Oh, rubies that glimmer and glow— I am tired of my bargain and tired of you , I would give you all for a daisy or two From a little grave I know. —E. Nksbit, in "Argosy " for December.

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Waikato Times, Volume XXXIV, Issue 2751, 1 March 1890, Page 5 (Supplement)

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Poetry. Waikato Times, Volume XXXIV, Issue 2751, 1 March 1890, Page 5 (Supplement)

Poetry. Waikato Times, Volume XXXIV, Issue 2751, 1 March 1890, Page 5 (Supplement)

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