A SONG OF THE GREENAWAY

A

CHILD

S I went a-walking on Lavender Hill,

O, I met a Darling in frock and frill; And she looked at me shyly, with eyes of blue, "Are you going a-walking? Then take me too!

So we strolled to the field where the cowslips grow,

And we played-and we played for an hour or so ; Then we climbed to the top of the old park wall, And the Darling she threaded a cowslip ball.

Then we played again, till I said—“My Dear,
This pain in my side, it has grown severe;
I ought to have told you I'm past three score,
And I fear that I scarcely can play any more!"

But the Darling she answered,-"O no! O no! You must play-you must play.—I shan't let you go!"

-And I woke with a start and a sigh of despair And I found myself safe in my Grandfather'schair!

"K. G." (KATE GREENAWAY)

(NOVEMBER 6, 1901)

FAREWELL, kind heart! And if there be

In that unshored immensity

Child-Angels, they will welcome thee.

Clean-souled, clear-eyed, unspoiled, discreet, Thou gav'st thy gifts to make Life sweet,— These shall be flowers about thy feet!

"TWO MAIDS UPROSE IN THE SHIMMERING LIGHT”

Tw

WO maids uprose in the shimmering light
Of the clanging battle-morn;

And one was tressed like the bird of night,
And one like the ripening corn.

Then out spoke she with the raven locks,

:

And her dark eyes glowed like wine :"If he slay the foe, the knight I know, He shall win this heart of mine!"

But softlier she of the yellow hair,
And her blue eyes 'gan to fill:

"Though he gain or lose, the man I choose,
He shall be my true love still!"

ELIM

(Exodus xv. 27.)

PALM-TREES and wells they found of yore,

Who-that Egyptian bondage o'erHad sight betimes of feathering green, Of lengthened shadows, and between, The cool, deep-garnered water-store.

Dear, dear is Rest by sea and shore:
But dearest to the travel-sore,

Whose camping-place not yet has been
Palm-trees and wells!

For such we plead. Shall we ignore
The long Procession of the Poor,

Still faring through the night-wind keen,
With faltering steps, to the Unseen?—
Nay let us seek for these once more
Palm-trees and wells!

IN MEMORIAM

(FRIDAY, MAY 20, 1910)

Exstinctus amabitur idem."-Hor. Epist. ii. 1. 14.

H

E that was King an hour ago

Is King no more; and we that bend Beside the bier, too surely know

We lose a Friend.

His was no "blood-and-iron " blend
To write in tears a ruthless reign;
Rather he strove to make an end
Of strife and pain.

Rather he strove to heal again

The half-healed wound, to hide the scar,

To purge away the lingering stain

Of racial war.