17 JANUARY 1891, Page 17

POETRY.

THE LARK.

"Monte, monte, vive alouetto ! Vive alouette, monto aux eieux !"

THE lark above our heads doth know A heaven we see not here below. She sees it, and for joy she sings : Then falls with ineffectual wings.

0 soaring soul ! faint not nor tire ! Each heaven attained reveals a higher. Thy thought is of thy failure we List raptured, and thank God for thee !

F. W. B.