WANTED, AN AUTHOR.
(To THB EDITO1 OF THR SPECTATOR:1 "Out of the stress of the doing Into the peace of the done."
Ste.,—I am pleased to be able to give the name of the author of these lines—i,e., W. M. L. Jay—and enclose herewith the full copy of the poem. You will notice the word italicized is not correct; it should read "strain," not "stress."—I am, Sir, he.,
JAMES PiacnErr, Lieut.-Colonel.
Ilaybridge Hall, Hadley, near Wellington, Salop.
"Out of the strain of the Doing, Into the peace of the Done; Out of the thirst of Pursuing, Into the rapture of Won;
Out of gray mist into brightness, Out of pale dusk into dawn,—
Out of all wrong into rightness, We from these fields shall be gone.
'Nay,' say the saints, ' not gone, but come, Into eternity's "Harvest Home."'
W. 51. L. JAY."
Extracted from Helps by the Way, compiled by Sara W. Wilson
and Martha S. Hussey (1). Lothrop Co., Boston).
[To have written two respectable lines is something. The Com- mander of the Royal Naval College in forgetting the rest of the poem when he chose two lines for a memorial inscription displayed
lunch discrimination.—En. Spectator.]
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