13 JUNE 1874, Page 15

POETRY.

GLEN SANNOX, 16TH SEPTEMBER, 1873.

THEIR THOUGHTS.

IN her hand her baby's hand, in her ear her cry, Heard on that night, that summer night, God bade her die.

On her heart that baby lies, creeps across her breast, And until they meet again, never will she rest.

In his eye a pair of eyes, full of love and duty,

And a face, that is a face of essential beauty.

In his heart an aching void, in his ear a word Never to be heard again, till God's trump is heard.

Sad they are, these two, but it would be more sad If they had the thoughts and, withal, were not sad.

Not all sad, for well they know, far beyond that sky, In the bosom of their God, their beloved lie. ARRAN.