25 APRIL 1896, Page 29

POETRY.

INVENTION.

I ENVY not the Lai k his song divine, Nor thee, 0 Maid, thy beauty's faultless mould.

Perhaps the chief felicity is mine, Who hearken and behold.

The joy of the Artificer Unknown

Whose genius could devise the Lark and thee—

This, or a kindred rapture, let me own, I covet ceaselessly ! WILLIAM WATSON.