21 DECEMBER 1872, Page 15

POETRY.

ON A GAVOTTE OF BACH'S. A GIANT'S dance—with measured tread He comes o'er foes victorious ;

With battle-axe swung round his head, Blood-stained by warfare glorious.

He triumphs loud,—his songs resound, True tune and measure keeping, But hark ! what voice comes from the ground?

What wail of woman weeping ?

The minor key, so sad, so sweet, The victor stops for sorrow,— Again I the world is at his feet, And his the bright to-morrow.