17 OCTOBER 1896, Page 16

A FAREWELL: ZURICH, SEPTEMBER 18T11, 1896,

ADIEU, white Alps, from here I wave farewell !

Here, where across the glittering green expanse Of breeze-kissed laughing waves that dance and swell,.

The swift white sails, deep bosomed, oft advance To steer from shore to shore. Above the haze, Like glimpses of a fair far world of dreams, More faery and more wonderful, in rays Of other light than ours half hid, thore gleams The vision of your glory. Ice and fell Fade into cloud,—adien. I have drunk in Fresh life, fresh love of life, upon your snows, Have caught the music of each wind that blows, And felt once more the deep inspiring spell That thrills the breast, and stirs the soul within.

W. W. G.