21 AUGUST 1909, Page 21

POETRY.

THE CHILDREN'S COUNTRY HOLIDAYS FUND,

A WIND awakens with the day

And sings a tune, And all the waves in yonder bay Will hear it soon, And leap and laugh the children's way From morn till noon, Till baby waves come home from play To rest at noon.

My heart awakens with the day And hears the tune, And little children fain to play Will hear it soon, And fill the sands of yonder bay From morn till noon, Till little feet come home from play To rest at noon. Alas ! for those who long to play But hear no tune, Who miss the joy at break of day, The rest at noon- 0 ! you who own each golden day With sun and moon, Suffer the little ones to play— He asks the boon.