Willow-Vale, and other Poems. By Henry Rose. (Regan Paul, Trench,
and Co. 5s.)—Mr. Rose, who has done some good work before, is a genuine poet. His musings, like those of Words- worth, are on "man, on Nature, and on human life." He reads the secrets of the growing flowers, of the waving trees, of the flowing river. He catches the atmosphere and perfume of the May morning, he finds earth joined to heaven in the silver chime of the village bells, he sees the beauty and interest of the simple life of woodman and peasant. The earth presents to him no painful problem, but a sweet and happy mystery. It is good to turn from the fever and sensation of the busy life of to-day to these charming little poems breathing of peace and the simple joys of common life. Mr. Rose has essayed several kinds of metre, and in more than one he is successfuL The little volume is penetrated all through with a serene optimism, and the author has evidently learnt what are life's choicest gifts.
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