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.