18 OCTOBER 1930, Page 20

Heaven

WHEN I am dead and transported and under the ground, Wrapped by walls that are soundless, out of Earth's centre and round.

One joy will be mine that none of the living shall share, For I shall be perfectly quiet as I lie there.

011 1 Life will be soundless, though deluged with essence of sound.

Shut in walls that are soundless, though:reared to us out of the ground.

And the noisy shall know and repent where no life jars, -Where the hush of the flowers is blent with the chime of the stars.

And a hundred pitying glow-worms shining low, And a thousand quickening angels, row on row,

Will point in the Book of Life, whose leaves are seven, That Heaven is Quiet and the soul has peace in Heaven.

HERBERT E. PALMER.