AT THE SIGN OF THE LYRE.

Manawatu Standard, Volume XLI, Issue 10526, 2 December 1916, Page 12

AT THE SIGN OF THE LYRE.

CROSSING THE BAR. Sunset and evening star. And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar. When 1 put out to sen, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and loam, .When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell. And alter that the dark! And mav there be no sadness ol farewell. When I embark. For tho' from our our bourne of Time and Place. The Hood may bear me far, 1 hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crost the bar Lord Tennyson.

A GIRL'S SONG. The Meuse and the Marnchavc little waves; The slender poplars o'er them lean. One day they will forget the graves '.thai give the grass its living.green. Some brown French girl the rose will wear That springs above his comely head ; Will !w in,- it in her russet hair. Nor wonder why ii is so red. Ih's blood i- in the rose's veins. 1 lis |,air is in the yellow corn; .\iy grief is in the weeping rains And in the keening winds forlorn. Flow softly, softly, Maine and Meuse: Tread lightly all ye browsing sheep; Fall tenderly, 0 silver dews, For here my dear Love lies-aslecp, The earth is on his scaled eyes. The beauty marred that was my pride; Would 1 were Ijing where he lies. And sleeping sweetly by his side I The Spring will come bv Meuse and Marue, The birds be blithso'mo in the tree. I heap the -tones to make his cairn Where many bleep as sound as he, —Katherine T. nan, From "A Little Book of Irish Verse." "UNBELIEF." There i.s 110 Uiiholio! ; Whoever plants a seed beneath the sod And waits to tee it push the clod. He trusts in God. Whoever sflvs, when clouds are in the sky. "Be patient, heart, light breakoth by and by," Trusts the Most High. Whoever sees 'ileal Ii winter held of snow The silent harvest of the future grow, (old's power must know. Whoever lies down on his conch to sleep. Content, to lock each sense in slumber deep, K news God will keep. The bean that looks on ivheii eyelids dose Ami dares to live when life has woes, God's comfort knows. There, is no unbelief ; .Ami (lay by day unconsciously The. bean lives by that Faith the lips deny, God knows why ! —Edward Robert Buhver Lytton. THE BATTLE HYMN f)F THE REPUBLIC. SiralVoid. mi \merican bv birth, contrasts the (pirii of "I Didn't Raise Mv P-e to be a Soldier" will, thai of Julia Ward Howe's "l'.ifile llyinn of the Republic"—perhaps tl'.e lines! of all the American war songs: ''Mine eves have seen the glorv of the coming of ihe Lord; lie is trampling our the vintage where iho grapes of wrath are stored : lie hath loosed ihe fatal lightning of His terrible swift -word; 11i, Ti mil i-- marching on.

"I have -.■ en him in the watch-tires of «i hundred circling camps ; The\ have builded llim an altar in I lit l evening dews and dunips: I have his righteous sentence by ihe dim and flaring lamps: Hi, Day is marching on. "1 have read a fiery gospel writ in bnruishcd rows of steel; As von deal with Mv contemners so with you My -race shall deal: Let ihe Hero, born of woman, crush tHo si ipi'iu ivilh 11is hi el, Since Goti \< marching on. "lie has sounded forth the trumpet thai shall never call retreat ; lie is sifting out the hearts of men before 11 is judgment seal ; Oli! bn swift, my soul, to answer llim. be jubilant my feci ! Onr God is marchiny on. "In the iieauty of the lilies I hrisl was boni across the sea. With a glory in His bosom ihal iransfigures yon and me; As he died' to make men holy, lei ns die to make them Free. While G«d is inan-liinu on " "IF I SHOULD DIE.

II I should die, think only this of me: Thai there's some <ww»r of a foreign field Thai is For ever England. There shall be In thai rich earth a richer dust cealedA dust whom England bore, shaped, made a Wa re. Gave, once, her flowers lo love, hor ways i.. roam, A body of England's, breathing English Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home. And think, this he'art, all evil shed away. A pulse in rite eternal mind, no less (lives somewhere back the thoughts by England given : Her sights and sounds: dreams happy as her day; And laugh'.vr, learnt of friends; and gentlen.iss, Jli hearts sit peace, under an English liea veil. Rupert Brooke (killed on .GaUipoli).