1 JANUARY 1916, Page 26

POETRY.

" WHEN THERE IS PEACE."

" WHEN there is Peace, this land no more Will be the land we knew of yore."

Thus do the facile seers foretell

The truth that none can buy or sell And e'en the wisest must ignore.

When we have bled at every pore, Shall we still strive for gear and store ?

Will it be Heaven, will it be Hell, When there is Peace ?

This let us pray for—this implore—

That, all base dreams thrust out at door, We may in nobler aims excel, And, like men waking from a spell, Grow stronger, worthier than before, When there is Peace !

ATYSTLI DOBSON.