13 DECEMBER 1924, Page 14

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THREE EPITAPHS OF A CONTENTED MAN I RAD my house, my friends and a sweet wife, My children's love,—no more asked I of life.

I have the flowers, the rain-soaked earth's soft breath, A quiet sleep—no more ask I of death.

OF A DISCONTENTED MAN I loved Life, but Life itself To-day away from me was taken. I would love Death, but that I know At some sure time I shall awaken.

ON A BRIDGE BUILDER All you who tread the bridge-head way

For my soul, good people, pray ; For I, as pontifex, a priest,

Toiled for the greatest and the least ; I built you bridges ; it may be Your prayers shall build a bridge for me.

E. G. HAnwoOD.