28 DECEMBER 1895, Page 17

HOMAGE.

HE wrought his soul into a gem

To shine upon her breast ; She wore a thousand jewels there, It shone among the rest.

He coined his heart's-blood into gold And gave it her to wear ; While he lay dying on his bed She tried it in her hair.

As she followed him to his deep cold grave She had never looked so fair.

EVAN KEANE.