Selected Verse

Waikato Times, Volume 121, Issue 20272, 14 August 1937, Page 15 (Supplement)

Selected Verse

CLOUDS. The sky is full of clouds to-day, And idly to and fro, Like sheep across the pasture, they Across the heavens go. I hear the wind with merry noise Around the housetops sweep, And dream it is the shepherd boys— They’re driving home their sheep. The clouds move faster now, and see! The west is red and gold; Each sheep seems hastening to be The first within the fold. I watch them hurry on until The blue is clear and deep, And dream that far beyond the hill The shepherds fold their sheep. Then in the sky the trembling stars Like little flowers shine out. While night puts up the shadow bars, And darkness falls about. I hear the shepherd wind’s “ Good night— Good night and happy sleep! And dream that, in the cast, all white, Slumber the clouds—the sheep. —Frank D. Sherman. OLD PINE TREES. Whenever T come to an old pine tree. Something leans over and talks lo me; I feel its breath and I hear il sigh As a pine tree will when I lie wind goes by I hear it tell how the eons pass Like ripples that wave in a field of gras*: How Hie storms that wrestled and swayed and heat. Have fallen asleep at a pine tree's reel. And there’s always a cairn when I lie wliisAI ways the doubt that a tiling can die That has gripped the earth, that lias scanned the sky. From “The Song of the New Hercules, *' by Leigh Hanes.

YOUTH Wc have found that the right was right, though our will denied it, We have seen that when Heaven was darkened, the soul grew blind. We have seen that Gods light goes and His bond is broken, No word or bond upon earth can hold or We have stood, as you stand, on the quiet Longed, as you long, till the last light fails from the sea, That the youth of our world, still bound In that one remembrance. Might make the whole world one, in the years to bo. Up, up, then, up to the heights, as the old Front the new morning; breast the long upward slope; And, when it grows dark—and memory draws still nearer, Look, once in her face. Its light is the light of hope. —From Alfred Noyes’ Coronation “ Poem for Youth.” RAINY DAY. As I go along. The rain sings a song On the top of my big umbrella. Pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat, It goes on my big umbrella. It dances around The n jumps to the ground. From the top of my big umbrella; But it cannot wet me, I keep as dry as can be, Under my big umbrella. —Alfred 1. Tookc. NEW AYS WITH VOL. Sa> ii'it “ \W|ri.me “ when I come Nor • I a row i’ll “ t.-ll men when I And 1 jiii n.il w!umi I go. I am alwavs. ever with >nii. ] would never " Welcome “ give y„u And “ Farewell “ would never say.