ALPHA-OMEGA (continued)

Hearts at home all on the quiver,
Telegrams make backbones shiver.

Silence-Feverish enquiry;-
Dies Ira!-Dies Iræ!

His the joy, and ours the pain,
But, ere long, we'll meet again.

Not too much we'll sorrow-for
It's both "à Dieu!" and "au revoir!"

HAILAND FAREWELL!

They died that we might live,—
Haill-And Farewell!

-All honour give

To those who, nobly striving, nobly fell,
That we might live!

That we might live they died,

Hail!-And Farewell!

-Their courage tried,

By every mean device of treacherous hate, Like Kings they died.

Eternal honour give,-
Hail!-And Farewell!-

-To those who died,

In that full splendour of heroic pride,
That we might live!

A SILENT TE DEUM

We thank Thee, Lord,

For all Thy Golden Silences,

For every Sabbath from the world's turmoil;
For every respite from the stress of life;-
Silence of moorlands rolling to the skies,
Heath-purpled, bracken-clad, aflame with gorse;
Silence of grey tors crouching in the mist;
Silence of deep woods' mystic cloistered calm;
Silence of wide seas basking in the sun;
Silence of white peaks soaring to the blue;
Silence of dawnings, when, their matins sung,
The little birds do fall asleep again;
For the deep silence of high golden noons;
Silence of gloamings and the setting sun;
Silence of moonlit nights and patterned glades;
Silence of stars, magnificently still,

Yet ever chanting their Creator's skill;
For that high silence of Thine Open House,
Dim-branching roof and lofty-pillared aisle,
Where burdened hearts find rest in Thee awhile;
Silence of friendship, telling more than words;
Silence of hearts, close-knitting heart to heart

A SILENT TE DEUM (continued)

Silence of joys too wonderful for words;
Silence of sorrows, when Thou drawest near;
Silence of soul, wherein we come to Thee,
And find ourselves in Thine Immensity;
For that great silence where Thou dwell'st
alone-

-Father, Spirit, Son, in One,

Keeping watch above Thine Own,

Deep unto deep, within us sound sweet chords
Of praise beyond the reach of human words;
In our souls' silence, feeling only Thee,-

We thank Thee, thank Thee,

Thank Thee, Lord!

THE NAMELESS GRAVES

Unnamed at times, at times unknown, Our graves lie thick beyond the seas; Unnamed, but not of Him unknown;— He knows!He sees!

And not one soul has fallen in vain. Here was no useless sacrifice.

From this red sowing of white seed New life shall rise.

All that for which they fought lives on, And flourishes triumphantly;

Watered with blood and hopeful tears, It could not die.

The world was sinking in a slough Of sloth, and ease, and selfish greed; God surely sent this scourge to mould A nobler creed.

Birth comes with travail; all these woes Are birth-pangs of the days to be.