29 NOVEMBER 1884, Page 14

POETRY.

IN MEMORIAM:

HENRY STORMONT LEIFCRILD. IN what fair Presence hast thou lately been, Genius of Death P Hest thou a moment seen Him of the Resurrection, that thy face Is like to Love, and soft is thy embrace ; And through the darkness of thine eyes indrawn

A beam of dawn Lightly the spirit, parted from its clay, Rises; but thou dost wait to smooth away The pain of high endeavour from the brow, Leaving it but its aspiration now, Hope, and the earnest purpose strongly willed,