POETRY.
"THE RETURN OF THE DOVE," BY G. F. wArrs, R.A.
[ROYAL ACADEMY, 1869.]
ONLY a waste of waters, Only a tideless sea,
Which is not life, which is not death, But death in life to me.
Only the years on-coming Rolling their silent waves Over the bygone trouble, Over Life's hidden graves.
Only a drear out-looking For a hope that is long delayed, And a weariful prayer for patience, And a wish that may not be prayed.
Why am I ever watching? What can I ever see ?Only a dove that is coming From a far-off land to me.
Only a branch it is bringing, Which tells of a clearer day, And bears ins a promise of peace and life, When the waters have passed away. F. M. S.