18 MAY 1878, Page 16

POETRY.

"TO-MORROW."

" To-Monnow !" wept the watcher, as she knew That Death had claimed her dearest as his due,— " 0 bitter waking ! 0 the joyless day !"

" To-morrow ! "murmured he, with dying breath, Viewing the timeless life that starts from Death,— " Only to-morrow, and we meet for aye !"

R. I. 0.