POETRY.
THE CHOICE OF ROADS.
(To IRENE.)
THERE'S a road in Devon
With a hedge each side, And some would count it heaven On that road to ride.
There's a road upon the Mendips Dances down and down
And winds and winds, and then dips Into Cheddar Town.
There's a road in Surrey
Where the dust lies white ; And motors shriek and hurry All the day and night.
There's a road in London
Stretches miles and miles ; And the stones make your bones Long for country mud and stiles. In Scilly and the islands Roads shiver to the sea ;
There's a road in the High- lands
Where the stag steps free.
There are many roads in Britain, Roman roads and new ; But the best my heels have smitten Leads to Cornwall and to you. There's a road on the Marches That guard gallant Wales ; There's a' road beneath the larches In the Wessex vales.
R. ELLIS ROBERT/3.