16 NOVEMBER 1918, Page 13

POETRY.

" FOR PERPETUAL GENERATIONS." WHEN, from the bitter waters of God's wrath, The olive lifted up her leaf

And faith's glad family rejoined their dove On Ararat's emerging reef, how small a flock held all their hope of wealth! Yet thankful, careless of the price, Of these they took and on the altar stone Laid offering and sacrifice.

They spent the part and all was consecrate,

The rainbow blossomed in the cloud- () England, in this hour of great release

Rise up, perform what thou last vowed !

Fear kept us faithful in the dangerous days, O keep us now, remembered grace !

God's bow shall span the incense of our hearts And crown a dedicated race.

ANNA DE BARY (" ANNA I:ID:.731'0N ").