23 APRIL 1892, Page 16

POETRY.

We too are straitened in their winding-sheet, We wear their charnel weeds : our willing feet Were fain to follow theirs in ways unknown.

We stand o'er graves where yet no grass hath grown, And on ourselves place funeral garlands sweet ; Something within our hearts hath ceased to beat, Something of us is laid beneath the stone !

And though, in time, with Christ we rise again, So changed are we, that those who loved us most, And early seek us in God's garden-plot, Did we not speak to them, would seek in vain ; Like her, who, searching for the Saviour lost, Wept at His pierced feet and knew Him not !

ELINOR MART SWEETMAN.