POETRY.
LABUNTlJR ANNI.
Ix the old year's distance, I remember well,
-How a passing shadow came with each passing bell:
Elder generations passing swift away : Yet the shadow came and went; youth again was gay.
In the midway distance, I remember well, Deeper fell the shadow then with the passing bell : Warrior, statesman, poet, priest, mighty in their day, All our manhood mourning wept when they passed away Now there is no distance more, near the goal at last : Time has nothing left to give ; all is of the Past : Father, mother, sister, brother, none are left behind ; Only in the old tree still sings the old sea-wind ; Sings as in those distant years long long ago, Cradle-song of childhood once, age's death-song now : Sings with moanings manifold the wonders of the sea, Peril, loss, adventure, hope, and a better hope to be.
A. G. B.
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