13 NOVEMBER 1909, Page 20

POETRY.

IN God's cathedral huge as earth I stand— A child before an Empire's Altar High-

() mother, mould and school our childish land, Thy cords of love in love yet faster tie : Our age is school-age—neither more nor less— Leave us not free to suffer or oppress !

Lady of realms, an exile son I kneel— Within thy Lady-Chapel arched and strait— Guide exile sons thine own steep way to weal, Teach them what made thy little England great: Bring us to know, we know not righteousness, Leave us not free to suffer or oppress!

A. S. CRIPPS.