31 OCTOBER 1891, Page 14

THE MESSENGER.

WEARIED, I flung my work away from me.

All my soul's labour, all my toil, life-long, My hopes, and my ambitions, and my song, And closed my eyes, too dim with tears to see.

When I awoke, behold the day was o'er, And the deep purple evening shadows crept Across the mountains, and the flowers slept, And a light wind blew fresh from sea to shore.

Then I became aware of one who stood Beside me, in the twilight, dark and still, And knew that He—the mighty one—was there.

And Death spake solemnly : " The man whose will, Though vainly, strove, need nevermore despair, Since he has done—what God asked; what be could."

CLARA GRANT DUFF.