30 AUGUST 1913, Page 16

POETRY.

LIGHT.

"THE name of God to me was never dear ; I scoffed at God and Christ, and knew no fear ; Now stricken with remorse and shame am I, Perceiving how a Christian man can die."

So spoke the awestruck watcher by the bed, Nor deemed the dying man heard what he said: But as the setting sun emits a ray, A. last and loving farewell to the day,

So he, with kindled eye and captured breath, Spoke : "Not till now was I resigned to death ;

I knew not what a boon was mine to give; I die content that, dying, you may live."

REGINALD LUCAS.