POETRY
... UN BEl OVE D. Like a tree beside the river, Of her Life that rens from me. Do I lean mle, mriniruring ever In my Lovee idolatry And I reach out hands of blessing, And I stretch oat ?? of prayer; And with passionate caresstug Waste nay Life opon the air. InI mv ears the seren !iver Sing4, nnd aemiles ap in my face, And for ever end for ever Rine from my embrace. Spring by Spring the branches ...