3 JANUARY 1920, Page 23

POETRY.

MGRS JANUA. VITAE.

Orm death were not enough to purge my inner sight, or to atone my spirit with the Infinite.

How should I burst at once into the very shrine of holy God straight from this foolish life of mine?

Life after life unfolds in endless vista : see, my soul, thy schools, thou pupil of Eternity !

My body fades : this were the first and lowest death, the wither of the frame, the parting of the breath.

Spirit and soul burn on into another life, wherein my soul may find the goal of her long strife.

My spirit, then take wings upon thy God-ward way, till far within the Heavens a sunset crown thy (:ay.

Yea, let my ghost go forth in joyous festival,

for God is Love, let God at last be all in all. R. W. M.