Selected Verse

Waikato Times, Volume 122, Issue 20492, 7 May 1938, Page 15 (Supplement)

Selected Verse

YOUTH HAS ITS HEYDAY Youth has its heyday when the cymbals chime And every road is bright with beckonings; The morning rises on aurora wings An eve descends as to a dancing rhyme. Whate’er the season, seems the year at prime With love of song and voice of riot strings Life is a capering jester, one who flings His quips and laughter in the face of Time. Youth has its heyday—such a shining page Unshadowed, lit by many a halcyon way. Its birthright, its inalienable heritage, Shall we not, friend, whose locks are tinged with grey Forget in dreams the heavy hours of age And tread again with youth the primrose way ? —Author Unknown. EXAMPLE AND PRECEPT There is the last tree, On the last hill, Learning how to be Lonely—and still; Learning how to stand Lonely—and strong, Above the soft land And the land's wrong. Be lonely, heart ... be Strong and still, Like the last tree On the last hill. —David Morton.

TREES AND THE MASTER Into the woods my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent. Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not blind to Him, The little grey leaves were kind to Him; The thorn tree had a mind to Him When into the woods He came. Out of the woods my Master went, And He was well content. Out of the woods my Master came, Content with death and shame. When Death and Shame would woo Him last, From under the trees they drew Him last, ’Twas on a tree they slew Him—last When out of the woods He came. —Sidney Lanier. DISCORD AND HARMONY War in China, war in Spain, But birds are building nests again. Man destroys himself, nor reasons; God persists in Time and Seasons. Bombs drop death—tears, blood and pain; Sweet Spring blossoms—sun and rain. Empires come, and Empires go; Earth rolls on, so sure and slow. War in China, war in Spain, But birds are building nests again. —Natalie Lynn.