ed?
--That thought of self had held in thrall
His soul, and shrunk it mean and small?

Nay, rather thank the Lord that he
Rose to such height of chivalry;
--That, with the need, his loyal soul
Swung like a needle to its pole;
--That, setting duty first, he went
At once, as to a sacrament.

So, Lord, we thank Thee for Thy Grace,
And pray Thee fill his vacant place!

ROAD-MATES

From deepest depth, O Lord, I cry to Thee.
"_My Love runs quick to your necessity._"

I am bereft; my soul is sick with loss.
"_Dear one, I know. My heart broke on the Cross._"

What most I loved is gone. I walk alone.
"_My Love shall more than fill his place, my own._"

The burden is too great for me to bear.
"_Not when I'm here to take an equal share._"

The road is long, and very wearisome.
"_Just on in front I see the light of home._"

The night is black; I fear to go astray.
"_Hold My hand fast. I'll lead you all the way._"

My eyes are dim, with weeping all the night.
"_With one soft kiss I will restore your sight._"

And Thou wilt do all this for me?--for me?
"_For this I came--to bear you company._"

ALPHA--OMEGA

Curly head, and laughing eyes,--
Mischief that all blame defies.

Cricket,--footer,--Eton-jacket,--
Everlasting din and racket.

Tennis,--boating,--socks and ties,--
Tragedies,--and comedies.

Business,--sobered,--getting on,--
One girl now,--The Only One.

London Scottish,--sporran,--kilt,--
Bonnet cocked at proper tilt.

Dies Irae!--Off to France,--
Lord,--a safe deliverance!

Deadly work,--foul gases,--trenches;
Naught that radiant spirit quenches.

Letters dated "Somewhere--France,"--
Mud,--and grub,--and no romance.

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

Silence!--Feverish enquiry;--
Dies Irae!--Dies Irae!

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

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

HAIL!--AND FAREWELL!

They died that we might live,--
_Hail!--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 Farewe