26 JANUARY 1918, Page 17

POETRY.

Tram youngest friend of youth, yet wise and old In years and care and counsel.—Lay to rest His heart in Harrow where—herself ensouled- It loved and laboured, joyed and gave its best Great scholar and great gentleman, the torch Of honour and high faith and daring high He handed on even unto the beckoning porch, That else were dark, of strange posterity.

Stay young to-day as that boy-chivalry That soars from battle. For all who cross the stream, Bearers of sacred fire and living dream, Ageless abide. And only Time must fly.

WALTER SICHEL.