7 SEPTEMBER 1901, Page 17

POETRY.

A REPLY.

(SEE "WHITHER AWAY p" THE "SPECTATOR," AUGUST 31ST.) MISTRESS, I go the beaten way,

The way that many a one has trod; On, on, and on until the day That lays me 'neath the sod.

No faery gleam, no magic light,

An arid track, a sky of gray—

Patience and courage infinite My only hope and stay.

ELLA FULLER MAITLAND.