18 JANUARY 1902, Page 14

POETRY.

THE LITTLE ENGLANDER.

THEY stand deriding, while the sowers sow— Fain would they scatter tares the field to blight—

Yet when the reapers down the furrows go, They share the harvest in their own despite.

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No service high of heart and hand they brought These spacious courts enduringly to build, Yet shall they dwell therein with those that wrought, And wear a lustre which they never willed.

J. SixoN Mrizs.