22 MARCH 1902, Page 17

POETRY.

Of shattered life and dull despair; And as he spoke, a mist unrolled,

And angels, sorrowful and fair, Cool leaves of healing trees did hold.

Ah me ! 'twas I, not he, espied

Those proffering bands, that healing tree, Beside the hitter spring, beside

The silent wells of agony—

And I, not he, was satisfied.

A. C. BENSON.