17 NOVEMBER 1906, Page 34

POE TRY.

OLAF.

WE met his sires with bow and bill,

When on our hapless isle they fell.

But which of us hath force or will This new invader to repel?

We can but beg his sovereign grace, And our ungrudging Danegeld pay To Olaf of the sunny face, Who comes to steal our hearts to-day.

EDWARD SYDNEY TYLER.