... TWO SONGS FOR' CHRISTMAS EVE I Sing a song of berried holly, Fun and folly, Mistletoe, and mummers dancing And romancing I Drown the Past, that fearsome dragon, In a flagon Set the mellow bells a-swin ...

... 5T1)C IJursuit I followed Beauty down the ways After her green and shining gown She swept across the breathless days, And tore the night's thick curtain down; Laughing she sped through field and town, ...

... HHYMES OE THE MIMES (10) PETER GODFREY Come hearken, good people, both humble and great, To the story of Peter who stands at the Gate, Though with cash you essay his good graces to win, If you are not ...

... THE PEACE PEAL (After Fifty Years of Silence) Specially written by Thomas Hardy, O.M., for the Jubilee Number of The Graphic. x Said a wistful sparrow in Peter's tower High above Casterbridge slates ...

... The Autumn leaves are falling, red and gold. Sped are the swallows from beneath the eaves, Deep-trodden hollows in the woodlands hold The Autumn leaves. Her dew-bespangled web the spider wea ...

... Sleeping ^rineess Sweet, from the south, the soft wind blew, The raindrops glistened on the grass Twixt trailing clouds, the sun peeped through To see a Royal Stranger pass. He paused, majestic, debon ...

... (tfall of tf)c ^omelantr The London squares arc dusty, The grass is parched and brown, The leaves upon the London trees Curl up and tumble-down. Here reigns no golden Autumn To fill us with delight, B ...

... I flo jFlrtos j Dawn, blood-red in the sky, j Wilt thou not tell me why i I I hear not from my brother j If thou, far dawn, canst see That which is hid from me, I O, tell me gently I j Let me not rude ...

... ii r a u for u r 73 c a D All ye who kneel at home beside a bed, Redeemed and safe because of countless dead, Pray for Those Dead. : They may not' -need our prayers Indeed I think we ...

... Perots w I took my lady by the arm To guide her through the crowd; That gentleness may meet no harm Such favours are allowed. The Strand is such a narrow street It should be furlongs wide. How pitiful ...

... Night, and the purple dome, j Night, and the fragrant air, Love, and the joy to be there, j Joy to be out of a room, j Out of the heat and the glare, I Out of the fetters of care j ...

... TO THE AT^M-CHAIT By R. W. CAMPBELL (Author ol Private Spud Tamson and The Kangaroo Marines.) SAY you who wallow deep in your beefsteak and your gold, Who only know your street, and never, never catc ...