1 MAY 1886, Page 17

POETRY.

A LYRIC FROM THE GERMAN. MY heart—my thought revealing, Say, how can Love be known ? " Love is two souls—one feeling : Two hearts—one pulse alone."

Then tell me how Love grew, heart ? • " She comes—and is in man." How can Love leave the true heart ? "She is not Love—that can."

And when is Love the purest ?

" Where Self no place can fill." Where her foundations surest?

" When they are very still."

When are Love's riches greatest ?

" When her gifts freest prove." What language is Love's latest ?

" She has none. She is Love."

HERMAN ME RI VALE.