POETRY.
TWO HOMES.
MY home was in the Island that we love, Set in the seas.
The heaven alternate smiles and frowns above; The stately trees Beset the hedgerows, and the fields are gay With blossom-store; While still the grey sea washes, night and day.
The white-cliffed shore.
My home is in the solemn, wide Karoo, The boundless veld, Spanned o'er with infinite dome of stainless blue.
Here have I dwelt Until the giant hills, the arid plain Of sand and stone, The thorny bush, athirst for tarrying rain, Are homelike grown.
Sometimes my heart looks back, and yearning cries To seek once more The fragrant hedgerows and the changing skies, .
The lanes of yore.
And then the wide, wide veld, far-stretched below The high, blue dome, Holds me with mighty arms, and whispers, " Lo !
I am thy home."
Boxmoor, Sleinpoort, Cape Colony.
ANNA HOWARTH.
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