6 SEPTEMBER 1913, Page 14

POETRY.

HIS NEW HOUSE.

"Pax ingressuris Pas egredientibus esto, Incola Par cedes protegat alma tune.

To you whose house and lands increase We say what David says, Peace be within your walls and Peace Within your palaces. Peace wake you with the sunshine through Your blinds at April dawn ; Peace leave her footprints in the dew Across your Autumn lawn.

Peace guard you from November storms ; Peace sit with you and talk, Where the last ray of summer warms Your stately terrace walk.

Peace gild your lengthening years with health, (Then one more solemn saith) Peace keep you in all time of wealth, And in the hour of death.

That so, when earthly suns are set, When the Grey Caller calls, You find a nobler mansion yet Within your Father's halls.