24 FEBRUARY 1900, Page 16

POETRY.

FEBRUARY, 1904:k SPRING and the flowers return. The world is gay, Once more the old sun on the ancient earth Shines forth and brings a million buds to birth. Where are those sons of ours we sent away ?

Spring and the flowers return—but where are they ?

Tarry, hard Winter, ice-bound, stiff, and grey, Thou art as we are, full of darkest years, Weep with us,—let us feel thy chilly tears !

We are not fit for joy. We can but say, "Spring and the flowers return—but where are they ?"

ANODOO.