2 JULY 1887, Page 15

INDECISION.

INvistsLE, unspeakable, whose voice In the soft murmur of this neighbouring sea, From the beginning everlastingly Is thy own witness, energise my choice Even now, by more than half the allotted span Wisely assigned, the unreturning years In timorous doubts and all too scrupulous fears Have dwindled sore my little term of man.

Must it be ever thus ? even to the end Fearing to do aught lest I do the wrong P Shall I my spirit's patrimony spend P Arise, 0 God ! this hour and make me strong : Let me this hour to fruitful usury lend One talent in the napkin buried long.