11 NOVEMBER 1911, Page 19

POETRY.

COURAGE.

She has no need of sword or spear, She shelters in no guarded place, She watches danger drawing near, And fronts it with a smiling face.

Not hers the dull, unseeing eye, Blind fury, and the lust of blood, Across her soul no tempests fly, No passions surge in angry flood.

But clear as that great dome above Which frames the sun and hides the star, And quiet as the words of Love The motions of her spirit are.

And ever follewing in her train Come two glad figures fair as she, One with his foot on vanquished pain, And one the foe of tyranny.

Where'er the eons of men are found, And hearts aspire and deeds are done, There Courage walks on holy ground With Joy attained and Freedom won.

B. PAUL NEUMAN.