30 SEPTEMBER 1916, Page 11

Byfidd.

" THE PROBLEM SOLVED.

What, die I—and like the soulless dog forget That I have lived ? go out in nothingness, And lose my very self—soon to be less Than yonder worm ! to tread a pathway wet With tears of love,—then cease to love ? and yet Annihilation's hand who would not bless, If, in this paltry life we now caress, The type for all eternity were sot ? To be or not to be —how shall I choose Until I turn, Thou living Christ, to Thee ? Where Thou art Lord, no weariness can be ; In Thee we find again the life we lose, And love divine shall light, with myriad hues, The furthest spaces of eternity. Alton."