Poetry.

Waikato Times, Volume XXXV, Issue 2820, 9 August 1890, Page 5 (Supplement)

Poetry.

OUR DEAD. They arcs nut Rone, those on the other side, For 'though tho dark, sad waves of death divide Our lives from thoirs, yet is tho veil so thin, That I'aith's clear vision almost can lonic in. Into tho harbour whore their souls ropose, Into the peace which ever, over flows ; Into tho brightness of eternal day, Into tho joys which never pass away. But wo are yet amidst earth's hardest With Nhad'lw'd eyes still seeking for tho light, For truth, for love, and wisdom, hour by hour, , , If these are eain'd, our souls aro cloth d with power.

Wβ hoar tlio surges of life'* eb'jintj km, As pois'd 'tween time and vast eternity Wo linger—while some friendly, unseen hand Beckons us upward to tho heavenly Land. Amongst tho witnesses unseen but near, May bo the dear ones who havo lov d us here; Watching our journey to its very goal, And yearning o'er our sometimes fainting soul, Wo muse take comfort, though the way bo dark, And oft our fair ideal may miss its mark ; The storm-rent clouds which o'er us swiftly move, Are edged with rainbow hues of trust and love. And this short life hath still its vista fair, Its promise of a life immortal there, Whore those we love " in Christ " shall ever be Our own agaiu in deathless certainty. —Elvika A. Stan'n-ako. A FOOL SAYS, " I CAN'T " ; A WISE MAN SAYS, " I'LL TRY." Once let every man say Try, Very few on straw would lie, .Fewer still of want would die ; Tans would all have fish to fry ; Pig 3 would fill the poor man's sty ; Want would cease, and need would fly ; Wives and children cease to cry ; Poor-rates would not swell so high : Things wouldn't go so much awry— You'd be glad, and so would I.