22 MARCH 1879, Page 16

POETRY.

DE PROFUNDIS.

BELOW the dark waves, where the dead go down,

Are gulfs of night more deep ; But little care they whom the waves once drown, How far from light they sleep.

But who, in deepest sorrow though he be, Fears not a deeper still ?— Ah, God! that sorrow were as the salt sea, Whose topmost waters kill. F. W. B.