THE BORDER HOUR.

Marlborough Express, Volume XLII, Issue 127, 30 May 1908, Page 6

THE BORDER HOUR.

Throbb'd through the? dark, from Titan tongue unbound; ' Midnight—slow syllabled in solemn sound. ;" The quickened silence murmured into sleep, But through the unthrong'd street* with message deep; ■ ■ Sped, down the silent night that fateful chime, \ I In wid'ning search —the Monitor of Time. . <> rWhat meaneth it to all who mark its flight, [Who, Awaking, cross the border hour of night? Anguished and wasted, on a sleepless bed— "Another day, O God!" he feebly said. A mother waited, by a low fire set— She heard'—and, softly weeping,' said, • "Not yet I" ..■■■- Beep in his cell the doomed, unsleeping, lay— "Toll for the dead," he cried; it answered, "Pray." " To-morrow at high noon " the bridegroom sang— "To-day, to-day!" the deep bell rang. —Glasgow Herald.