11 AUGUST 1888, Page 17

A BRANCH OF LUXES.

A BRANCH of lilies, with their stems upright And crowding heavenward, lies in the moonlight, With leaves that are not shut at all by night.

Fulfilled of peace and passion to the rim, Each flower glows ardent as the seraphim, Tranquil as Abraham, when God talked with him.

Surely they listen what the Spirit saith No soil is on their senses : with such breath

The angel spake :—There shall be no more death.

MICHAEL FIELD.