28 DECEMBER 1912, Page 17

POETRY.

NEW YEAR'S EVE.

OH, let me dream, as Earth herself is dreaming In murmured songs and broken sighs of sleep! Oh, let me seem, as Life itself i3 seeming, A thought of God, down-floating on the deep I Ob, let me keep, as Nature now is keeping, The mute bar of the mighty antiphon !

Oh, let me sleep, as Time himself is sleeping Wing-weary in the shadow of God's throne !

F. W. BOURDILLON.