25 DECEMBER 1909, Page 16

POETRY.

THE DAYBREAK.

A DYING star above, and snows as wan

As faces of the dead!

But look ! The East is golden; night is gone ; Yon peak will soon be red.

Truth broadens o'er the world. Old heights grow cold, Old lights fade one by one.

Nay, fear not! Though our eyes may not behold, Our children shall have sun.

F. W. BOURDILLON.