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Dominion, Volume 4, Issue 1126, 13 May 1911, Page 9

BOOKS AND AUTHORS. VERSES OLD AND NEW. SILENCE. With changeful sound, life beats upon the ears; . Yet, striving for release, ■ The most delighting string 8 Sweet .jarguitings, The happiest throats Most easeful, lovely notes Pall back into a veiling silentncss. Even 'mid the rumour of a moving host, Blackening the clear green earth, Vainly 'gainst that thin wall The trumpets call, Or with loud hum Tho smoke-bemuffletl drum; From that high quietness no reply comes i forth. When all at peace, two friends at ease alono Talk out their hearts—yet still Between the grace-notes of . The voice of love, From each to each Trembles a rarer speech, And with its presence every pause doth fill. Unmoved it broods, this all-encompassing hush Of one, who stooping near, No smallest stir will make, Our fear to wake, But yet intent .Upon "some, mystery bent, Hearkens t,he lightest word we say, or hear. -Walter de la Mare, in the "Westminster Gazette." LAZARUS. ["Remember thatithou in thy ; liietime rcccivedst'thy good j things and likewise Lazarus'evil things."] Still he lingers, where wealth and fashion Meet together to dine or play, _ lingers, a matter of vague compassion, Out in tho darkness across the way; Out beyond the warmth and tho glutter, And the light where luxury s laughter Lazarus "raits, where the wind is bitter, Receiving his evil things. ■ Still you find him, when breathless, bura- . Summer flames upon square and street, ,When the fortunate ones of the earth aro turning , Their thoughts to meadows and meaa- • owsw-eet ; For far away from the wide green valley, And the bramble patch where white- . throat sings, Lazaru? sweats in his crowded alley, Receiving his evil things. And all the time from a thousand rostrums ' . Wise men preach upon him and nis woesi Eoch with his bundle, of noisy nostrums, Torn to tatters 'twist ayes and nees; Sose and Socialist, gush and glamour, Yet little relief their wisdom brings, For there's nothing for him out of all tho clamour, Nothing but evil things. Royal Commissions, creeds, convictions, Learnedly argue and 'write and speak, But the happy issue of his afflictions Lazarus waits for it week by week. Still ho seeks it to-day, to-morrow, In purposeless pavement wanderings, Or dreams it, a huddled heap of sorrow, .Receiving his evil things. And ;ome will tell you of Evolution With rocial science thereto: and some Lcik forth to the parable's retribution. When the lot is changed in tho life to come, '■ ' To the trumpet sound and the great awakin?. To One with healing upon His wings In the house of the many mansions making • ... An end of the :evil thjngs..j j ;; In tho n.imft of Knowledge tho race grows healthier, .: In the name of Freedom the ' world grows great, And men are g wiser, and men are weals thier, But—T.azarns lies at the rich man's gate; tip , ; as ho lay through human history, Through fame of heroes and pomp of Kings, At the rich man's gate, an abiding mystery, Beceiving his evil things.; —Alfred Cochrane, in the "Spectator."