21 DECEMBER 1907, Page 18

POETRY.

IN MEMORIAM: LORD KELVIN. Lncz its own wraith, from stormy evening skies Fitfully gleams the dim December sun.

Close the tired eyes, those steadfast, searching eyes; Fold the worn bands whose long day's work is done.

We tell the triumphs of his life to-day : The secrets gathered from the earth and seas. We count his deed's, in our poor, human way; But he already bath forgotten these.

For lightened by the Light Divine, in sooth, • How should his soul yon darkling paths retrace, Those faint and far-off glimpses of the Truth P Now be beholds and sees it face to face! EDWARD SYDNEY TYLEE.