31 DECEMBER 1887, Page 15

POETRY.

SOMEWHERE.

I G1VB this hour to sorrow : nay, refrain, Bethink thee skies e'en now are somewhere bright For others, the green leaves are dancing light, And lovers meet where blossom in the lane Flowers, the sky-children of the sun and rain. And somewhere torrents in their youthful might, Scorning the smooth path, leap the dizzy height, And mountain-summits glisten pure of stain.

Somewhere for Poet-brows Fame twines her wreath ; Somewhere to noble purpose souls are won By holy living or heroic death ; Brave hearts endure, nor quail at Fortune's frown ; And somewhere there is rest for all who breathe, Somewhere a land where sorrow is unknown.

H. T. R.