GOOD-NIGHT.

Gisborne Times, Volume XXVII, Issue 2425, 13 February 1909, Page 11 (Supplement)

GOOD-NIGHT.

Good-night, good-night! the sun is And flick’ring shadows come and go, The tree-tops whisper it to me. The wind sighs breathe it from tlio lea— Good-night, good-night. Good-night, good-night 1-grow cold • the lights., . . , , And pale on yonder barren heights The lilting songs I knew are hushed, When meadows by the morn are flushed — Good-night, ■ good-night. Good-night, good-night! —ah. good the night . r , , That pours upon my path the light To homeward guide my ieet to thee Such nights are always good to me— Good-night, good-night! THE LAND OF VANISHED HOURS. Where is tho summer, the gay, glad summer, Radiant with light and bright -with flowers?. . It has given place to tins sad newcomer, . Who. has stripped the trees anil scorched the. Lowers. And where are the summers beloved ■and departed . Which dong, long ago gave joy to tho earth? Where, then is tlie one when the Henhearted . , . . King Richard reigned and -the Crusades had birth - . And where is l the one which saw Kenilworth’s glory, Which the stately Elizabeth deigu-c<J.to-,review? . , , •. And when iShalcespero lived, and his •pen told each story Which comes down through W years, ever living am] new r Where is tiro summer when life spread Sweet to Vie heavt- and fair to the When VVsaw no cloud in the azure Wlmii earth was all'glory and each friend was true. Oh, the late and tlio 'long ago sum ■ Tllor „ AX' its story is •fcp-lliuix . , •In the beautiful 'land of the vanished- hours! —Ninette AI. Lowater.