21 MARCH 1908, Page 19

POETRY.

A VOICE FROM THE MINE.

["The Lord preserve us. We are, all trusting in Christ."]

NOT with a curse upon their lips, Not with the coward's whine, Manful they met life's dread eclipse,

Six heroes of the mine.

No cheer was theirs, no trumpet note, To nerve them for the strife, Who on. Death's very portals wrote The shining words of life.

If English hearts are sad to-day, Yet English heads are high, That England's sons still know the way. Like England's sons to die.

W. GILCHRIST WILSON.