7 APRIL 1923, Page 16

BY THE FIRELIGHT.

MOTHER, when my baby stirred Deep within me, Fluttered like a bird— Then, although I dearly love him, I felt far from George,

Far above him.

Yes, my dear, I know ; 'Tis always so.

Mother, he's so rough, so coarse, He don't understand : Like a beast, a horse ; His great hand —.

Hush, my dear, I know, I know : 'Tis always so.

L. A. G. STRONG.