POETRY
... THREE CHILDREN. Three children played upon the strand. And tiny ?? built of sand. Loud rose their shouts and jocund din But, ahlI the tide came slowly in. The ceaseless tide still onward rushed, Their shout3 oi hope and joy were hushed As one by one the works they plarmed Were fourd to be but things ot sand, The tide crept surely round each wall, Alas! they soou began to fall, Then all their ...