7 MAY 1892, Page 17

POETRY.

ADDISON'S WALK.

GREEN cloister of our tranquil Academe,

What form is this that greets us as we pace Beneath your boughs, the genius of the place, With soft accost that fits our musing dream ? Scholar, divine, or statesman would beseem That reverend air, that pensive-brilliant face And lofty wit and speech of Attic grace, Rich in grave ornament and noble theme : 'Tis he who played unspoiled a worldly part, Taught the town truth, and in a selfish age Lured fops and toasts to heed a note sublime, Who here had early learned the crowning art, To walk the world like Plato's monarch-sage, Spectator of all being and all time.

T. HERBERT WARREN.