3 NOVEMBER 1883, Page 16

POETRY.

LYRICS OF PERICLES.—I.*

I.—INVOCATION TO CERES. GODDESS of the golden horn, Plenty's Queen when man was born, Hear us where we bend the knee To thine high divinity :

Hear the infant's hungering cry, Mothers' prayer no more deny Shed thy store o'er field and town, Ceres, send thy blessing down.

Want and Woo stalk hand in hand Through the parched and blighted land; Poppies o'er the leagnered plain Kiss to death the poisoned grain, And the wavy sheaves of gold Wither in their spectral fold : Wear again thine harvest-crown, Ceres, send thy blessing down.