10 FEBRUARY 1900, Page 15

POETRY.

MARRIAGE.

THOU art my own, my darling and my wife; And when we pass into another Life, Still thou art mine. All this which now we see Is but the childhood of Eternity; And thou and I, through trials and through tears, The joys and sorrows of our earthly years, Are growing up into a single soul.

God's workmanship; a clear completed whole Made out of twain. Our love is but begun: For ever and for ever, we are one. ARTHUR MUNDT.