6 NOVEMBER 1915, Page 27

POETRY.

EDITH CAVELL.

IN that last hour divinely fortified

Against your captors with you surely went Sweet, holy thoughts, to light the dread descent, Of childhood, home, the English countryside, Of watches oft in tender service spent, The spirit of all martyrs who have died

For noble causes, soul to soul allied—

As the stare light the midnight firmament.

The mighty State that stooped to wreak its will

On your frail flesh may perish beyond cure-- But while the appointed stars serene and sure Return in heaven so long men's hearts will thrill With pride to hear your story told and still The deathless beauty of your name endure!.

A. R. W.