13 DECEMBER 1879, Page 12

POETRY.

AT SUNSET.

Ohl there are golden moments in men's lives, Sudden, unlooked for, as the little clouds All gold, which suddenly illume the gates Of the lost sun. Oh, pray for them I They bring No increase like the gains of sun and showers, Only a moment's brightness to the earth, Only a moment's gleam in common life, Yet who would change them for the wealth of worlds P F. W. B.