Poetry.

Waikato Times, Volume XXXIV, Issue 2766, 5 April 1890, Page 5 (Supplement)

Poetry.

EASTER.

• Flowers from the winter's gloom, , Life from the empty tomb, Christ brings for ever : m Since he hath set us free, • Death can oar tyrant be ,• Never, no, never. Rising on Easter mom, brings us, newly born, Triumphant unending: Power, from the■ Source of Might, > "Light, from the' Light of Light, Forth He is sending. . , , Where round earth's sombre biers, > i -Quioit fall the murmurers' tears, '•» One stands, consoling: ' Sohgs of the Life, for aye, ' '."Crowning .life passed away, "" Grown the knell's tolling. So, all we weeping ones, "W Lay down your sleeping ones, 7 rt V Glad to surrender _ '.Those whohave loved to Love, . Perfect, till dreams above, • Faithful and tender. r ' So earth's niists fade away, So steals.the break of Day Th'at.lii{e> piarfe'ction : wt Here,, 'tis the sunset-beam, « Death's ever-flowing stream, Thetfe, Resurrection; t a .. "t,ye to Him to-day, i Who on his, triumph-way. ■ Conies from the scorning, Turns the dark shades of Death, ■■ By His life-giving breath, ' : Into the Morning. " : - Times and Mirror. • A TEMPERANCE SATIRE. Kill high your bowl with fusel oil! •"With tannin let your cups be crowned ! If strychnia's gives relief to toil, Let strychnia's generous juice abound . oil of vjtriql.ceol your brains, C Or, animated atoms brew; i.; And fill your arteries, hearts and veins « With-glee—and infusorial glue. Ali-h-h *! .fragrant fume of creosote ! Bewitching bowl of Prussian blue ! Who would not cool bia parching tbroafc - •\V'ifch your bright offspring, mountain •* 'f' deW ?' '' Stronger than alight that wrecked the r.Or shpqk the mighty brain of Burn? !, Surely,' you'll set our heads aflame, Whene'er his festal day returns ! Bring on the beer! Fresh copperas foam,/ ,With .ajum mixed .in powder .fine! ; Hlwcould! f In search of whiter froth than thine ! Thine Indian berry's essence spread I Through amber ( wavelets, sparkling clear, Benumbs dull dare,'strikes feeling dead ~,Anil narcotises shame and:fear ! IJar, $9 W Pthy .bubblinp depths, cham- ". .. pagne, . ; ~,, •, . , Drowii'd honour', love and beauty lie ! They'fought th'qnequal, fight in vain ! Shall we, theri, : itietely drink and die ? Sweet acetate of lead forbid ! . \i To-ev'ry drink add'pangs—and tell What tortures in thy bosom hid' ' ..Anticipate the Stings of ihell. . I'ben'drjflfe boy's !.Drink !We never can, ; , Drink we i never will q Be 'men, or aught resembling. man, . While poisoners have the power to. kill! Arfieti !; From frenzy's screech ot nriirtb, ! ! Tb, maudlin sorrow's drunken flriw, Let's rave' through' scenes unmatched on ■ * earth. ■ ' And not to be surpassed below- I George Sknnott. i