30 SEPTEMBER 1916, Page 14

POETRY.

A SOLDIER'S MOTHER.

JUST nineteen years ago The birthday of her boy, The whole world seemed too small To hold her joy.

To-day he died in France A comrade's life to save, And the whole world lies, for her, In one narrow grave.

Yet the starry vault above, The world and ocean wide Seem far too small to-night