POETRY.

HYMN FOR THE HEALING OF STRIFE.

DEDICATED TO P. Roos, CAPTAIN OF THE SOUTH AFRICAN TEAM.

[Written on the day of the declaration of Peace after the South African War.]

[After the great football match Mr. Roos said :—" The game with England had been drawn, and on the course of the play he thought they could cry 'quits.' There was a significance attached to the result which he thought boded for good in other ways than sport. This team thoroughly represented South Africa ; they were men of both races (British and Boers), of both parties, men who had fought on both sides. As in the game on that afternoon they had cried quits,' was it not a suggestion to cry 'quits' on far greater questions? In this splendid game of football there was mutual respect. In South Africa the same mutual respect should prevail, and it would again le 'quits.' He hoped that in politics, as in football, the men of both races could settle down in the future, working hand in hand to a noble purpoee."]

Heroes of Hampden's race, and ye

The brave of Arte. velde's blood,. Twin nations of the Northern Sea,

Come bind the bonds of brotherhood.

0 long we fought the feud of kin: Shall pride perpetuate the score? Who first forgive, they only win: Let fall your arms, and fight no more!

Each would be master, both waxed wroth, And hot for conquest flung the glove: Let none seek mastery now : but both Make haste to bind the bonds of love!

One in our faith, in freedom one,

We stand above our heroes' grave : Shall we the reconcilement shun,—

The proffered hand that weds the brave P 'Twas blow-for blow we struck, and you

Gave back our blows as strong men should: Valiant in fight, in-friendship true,

Come bind the bonds of brotherhood! Around us once the fires of Spain Burned, but were impotent to quell; Both grappled with the accursed chain, Both hurled the oppressor back to hell: That was the strife of sons of God, Whom woe may weld and sorrow prove : .0 keep the path our fathers trod, • And haste to bind the bonds of love!

Forgotten soon the helots' shame, The raiders' ravine well atoned, When Boer and Briton both acclaim Justice by equal laws enthroned. Manful it is for Right to stand,

But base on vanished Wrong to brood: Rise up -and give the foe your hand!

• Come bind the bonds of brotherhood I

Freedom is won, a frontier lost : Strew flowers on every hero's grave, Small beacons where a brave ship tost Whose star.still glitters on the wave : Strew flowers ! Let foe with foeman wed And build the realm for which they strove, Rearing to praise the deathless dead Sweet living monuments of love.

Scions of Wycliffe's race, and ye The heroes of Erasmus' blood, Unite your land in liberty, And bind the bonds of brotherhood !

NEWMAN HOWARD.